Lucian sighed, frowned, and strode out of the dining room, slamming the door to the hallway shut behind him.
What a prick.
Seconds ticked by.
I couldn't bring myself to look at Jace's face. Instead, I stared at Lucian 's empty chair.
Jace reached up and took hold of my jaw again, and I winced.
"That was an accident," he said. "Let me take a look at it."
Gently but inexorably, he turned my face toward his.
His eyes were still bright, but dark blue was starting to bleed through the gold. He stroked his fingers over the puncture wounds, frowning.
"Why aren't you healing?" he demanded. "These should be closed."
I wordlessly held up my arms in answer, showing him the manacles.
Jace's lips pressed into a flat line, but he didn't seem to have more to say, either.
"We need to go," I said.
