Despite his command that she sleep, she was too wired. “I know you’re mad at me, but–” “Mad doesn’t even begin to describe what I’m feeling.” Jace slammed the suite door behind them and stalked towards the bar. “I had every right to be there.” She kicked her shoes off and stretched. The rising sun in the plate glass window cast long blue shadows over the Vegas skyline, contrasting with the orange sky. Behind that, the ever-present mountains towered over the desert like sentries. Jace slammed his glass on the bar. “I’m trying to keep you safe.” She escaped his wrath by heading toward the bedroom. Heavy footsteps followed behind her. She shrugged her shirt over her head and tossed it on the bed, too tired to argue. “What are you doing?” “Having a shower.
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