Paige's POV
I noticed something was wrong with Jace before he said a word, because he had been quieter since returning from the police station, and even when he smiled, there was something distracted behind his eyes.
We were sitting at the kitchen table at the clubhouse the following morning, and I watched him stare into his coffee without drinking it.
"You've been looking at that cup for five minutes." I said and he glanced up.
"I've been thinking." He said.
"I noticed." I said.
He picked up the coffee and took a sip, although I could tell his mind was somewhere else and I pushed my breakfast plate aside.
"What's going on?" I asked but he hesitated.
"The weapons shipment." He said and I nodded.
"The one stolen from the Black Reapers." He added.
"Yeah." I said as he rubbed his ja
