Hm. Well, someone could break in the cabin and Jace tries to be all protective and stuff but ends up with a bullet or dagger to his heart or something like that... *shrugs*
Jace
I smile in my sleep and take a deep breath.
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
'Hush, hush!' I whispered; 'people can have many cousins and of all sorts, Miss Cathy, without being any the worse for it; only they needn't keep their company, if they be disagreeable and bad. — Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights