Paige's POV
For once, nobody was chasing us.
There were no police cars outside Lawson Customs, nobody was watching the clubhouse from a distance, and nobody had discovered another tracker hidden beneath a motorcycle.
There was only the lake, the trees, the laughter of children, and the sound of Jace complaining about his fishing line.
“You've tangled it again.” I said as Jace looked at the fishing rod in his hands.
“I have not.” He said.
“You absolutely have.” I said and he frowned at the line.
“It was like this when I picked it up.” He said and I laughed.
“Of course it was.” I said and he looked at me.
“You're supposed to support me.” He said.
“I’m supporting you by telling you the truth.” I said.
“That doesn't feel supportive.” He said and I smiled.
“You'll survive.” I said.
