Chapter 5. One Bird, A Few Stones

Jace spun me around and shoved me against the side of the car, locking my hands together behind my back and pinning me there with his weight. The rusty scent of blood caught my nose before a rush of hot wind danced across my cheek as he spoke in a dangerously low breath. “You’re going to regret that.”

“I already regret a lot of things,” I wheezed, struggling to speak as he was practically crushing my lungs. Fury burned like a furnace inside my veins and the need for vengeance was clawing for an escape. “Beating the shit out of you isn’t one of them.”

He cursed, pulling one hand away and making a motion as if he was wiping blood from his face.

Sucker.

“How does it feel to get beat-up by a girl?” Oh, I was not even close to done. “Bet it tastes as bad as setting someone up, huh?”

“What the hell are you on about?” He bared his teeth.

“No, wait. It doesn’t taste nearly as bad as getting set up. I lost a year of my life and there is nothing left of my