Carrying the glass of juice carefully, Jace walked quietly toward Jay's room. The door was slightly open, and the soft rhythm of Jay's breathing filled the silence. He peeked in and saw Jay already asleep, his arms awkwardly wrapped in bandages resting above the blanket. A small smile touched Jace's lips. "Idiot," he muttered affectionately under his breath. "Finally got tired of talking."
He set the glass of juice gently on the bedside table, making sure it wouldn't spill, then walked over to the couch near the window. The curtains swayed faintly with the breeze as he sank into the cushions, stretching his legs out and rubbing the back of his neck.
When he pulled out his phone, several missed calls glared back at him—all from Dom.
Jace sighed. Here we go again.
He hit redial, leaning back against the couch.
