JACE
His body language didn't change, still standing relaxed, hands pocketed. But his expression - the change was so slight likely only she would note it. Exasperation. Of course she had to question it. Of course she had to make this exchange drag on longer than it needed to. Did she really think she had the market cornered on magically aging? Such a pain.
"It's Jace, Bea. Now come on, I need your help." he said dryly. He didn't make a move to follow or approach her - that would take him further away from his intended destination after all. The last thing he wanted to do was make more work for himself because his sister was too wrapped up in her own confusion to believe her eyes.
"It's Jace, Bea. Now come on, I need your help." he said dryly. He didn't make a move to follow or approach her - that would take him further away from his intended destination after all. The last thing he wanted to do was make more work for himself because his sister was too wrapped up in her own confusion to believe her eyes.
Love is fake.
Just ask my parents.
