Paige's POV
I had never hated the sound of silence more than I did that night, because every time the garage fell quiet, my mind filled the empty space with images of Jace and the others trapped inside that harbour.
I stood behind the counter at Lawson Customs with my phone beside me, and although I had tried to work, I had barely accomplished anything since they left. The same invoice had been sitting open on the computer for nearly an hour, while the same customer file remained untouched on my desk.
Every few minutes, I picked up my phone and checked the screen.
Nothing.
I set it down again, forced myself to look at the paperwork, and then reached for my phone less than five minutes later.
The clock on the wall seemed determined to move slower than usual, because midnight became on
