Chapter 115

• Jace's POV
• I was at the door of the palace, taking a deep breath of anxiety. I was swallowing lumps in my throat and trying hard to calm myself down as my brain went wild with different thoughts about what could be the problem.
• The way everyone in and outside the royal packhouse was staring at me while I was heading here was something to be worried about. The environment was so tense and odd. No giggling and cheerful discussion by the maids or girards on duty.