“Fancy meeting you here.” Mal smirked at the nephilim when he entered their room. “Are you stalking me, because that would be creepy.”
Jace rolled his eyes as he walked into their room. “You can’t stalk your fiance, Mal.” he teased. “Besides, you enjoy the attention I give you too much anyway.” he moved to take the cut shirt off, glad the wound was healed, but he knew Mal had felt the burn from it.
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