Being in the same room with Jace, Lucian , Landon, and two members of the pack council wasn't my idea of a good time. The fact that I was sitting on Jace's lap made it so much worse.
My hands were clammy, and I had a twitch in the muscle next to my nose.
Jace was warm and solid.
I wanted to hate it.
None of that compared to knowing that Parker had found me, was coming for me, and would be here to take me within the next fifty minutes or so.
If I had my manacles off, I'd kill him.
As it was, I had to depend on the Reeses pack to protect me, and that was a losing proposition in more ways than I could count.
We were arranged around the pack house's large battered dining-room table, in mismatched chairs that looked like thrift store rejects.
Jace's chair, at the head of the table, was the largest, which meant it only creaked a little under our combined weight.
