Sort of. I scrambled to my feet, pulling Jace with me. He’d just saved my ass and I wouldn’t forget it. Probably, knowing Jason Murdoch’s ego, he wouldn’t be letting me forget it anytime soon, either. He glanced from Ten and back to me again. ‘Is this the one who killed Quinn?’ I nodded, not taking my eyes off her. She didn’t seem to be in a hurry to reload the crossbow, but who knew what other weapons she had stashed away. ‘I could take her,’ Jace snarled. ‘You didn’t tell me she was just a kid.’ ‘I did tell you that,’ I said. ‘Apparently, you weren’t listening.’ The girl, who was already becoming my own personal nemesis (ha!), still held the crossbow down at her side. ‘I didn’t come here for you,’ she said. ‘That’s nice to know,’ Jace replied. She turned on him and raised her weapon, fury leaking out of her so that I could practically feel it. She slid a fresh bolt home. ‘I wasn’t talking to you.’ Jace raised his hands. At least he had the sense not to say anything.
