“Jace?” I whispered. Jace smiled at me, that familiar smile, so much like mine. I felt a fear so old. It almost crippled me.
“Jaden, how have you been?” He asked again. He looked better than he last was. His eyes were still empty, almost soulless. His frame was still a bit slim, but now he seemed even more disturbing than the last time.
“Have you been getting my messages?” Jace asked softly. I still was unable to say a word. The fear of this form was still very real.
“Ohhh Jaden,” he cooed. “...this isn't the way to welcome your twin brother.”
“Jace, where did you come from?” I finally breathed out. He came closer to where I stood by my car.
“You never expected to see me, yeah? After you locked me up in an asylum,” he chuckled, his every move, deliberate.
“I didn't lock you up. Fa
