“I noticed.” I said and Hunter laughed.
“I’ve created a monster.” Jace said.
“You absolutely have.” I said.
The workshop settled into its usual rhythm and Ben worked on cleaning carburetor parts while quietly listening to every conversation.
George eventually left after promising to return next week and Hunter disappeared into the parts room looking for something he’d probably misplaced himself.
For the first time all morning Jace and I found ourselves standing alone beside the workbench.
“Can I ask you something?” I asked.
“You just did.” He said and I rolled my eyes.
“You know exactly what I mean.” I said.
“I probably do.” He said and I leaned back against the workbench.
“The Black Reapers.” I said and his expression became more serious.
“What about them?” He asked.
