I swear and run a hand though my hair. Jace-- Back here. Now. I scan the room for him again before getting ready to teleport to his aura. Before I can though, he crawls out from the back room. Sitting, he looks at me and knows exactly what he's in for.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
By the sweat of your brow you will eat your food until you return to the ground, since from it you were taken; for dust you are and to dust you will return. — Genesis 3:19