I barely slept that night, because the photograph of Uncle Will standing beside Victor kept replaying in my mind.
Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the same three men standing together, and I kept thinking about the warning written beneath their picture.
Never trust the man beside me.
By six in the morning, I had given up trying to sleep.
I slipped out of bed while Jace was still asleep and I quietly headed into the bathroom so I wouldn't wake him. I showered, brushed my teeth, and pulled on a pair of jeans and a clean Lawson Customs shirt.
When I returned to the bedroom, Jace was sitting against the headboard.
"You've been awake for hours, haven't you?" He asked.
"Pretty much." I said as he rubbed his face.
"The journals?" He asked.
"The photograph." I said and his expression ch
