Ayyra's POV
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I stared at Jace as he carefully dis-infected the cuts on my palm and put a plaster over it. He did all of this without once looking a me. He clearly was in a bad mood. *sighs. There's nothing I could do about it.
"Thank you for letting him go"
"I didn't let him go, I just postponed it" He said coldly "He'll definitely hurt you one day and at that time, you wouldn't care what I do to him"
I sighed, shaking my head a little as he walked out. I once heard that once Jace claimed something as his, maybe an animal then whoever hurts that thing, be it a stray dog or whatever can be considered dead but he didn't even claim Sylvia yet. He acted like he hated her and even locked her up and yet he's acting like this.
I stood up, replaced the plaster and ointment to it
