He ran silently back up the dark hallway.
Jace didn't dare breathe loudly.
He didn't dare look over his shoulder as he reached the base of the sweeping, grand marble stairs and didn't even attempt to ascend them like a human being.
He scrambled up the steps on his hands and knees.
He crawled up the expensive, woven carpet like a terrified beaten dog with his fingernails dug into the plush fabric and his kneecaps burning against the friction.
He was completely horrified by the visual permanently, violently burned into his eyes.
Every time he blinked, he saw it… The sweat on her skin… The dark fabric of Ren's shirt… The way she threw her head back and begged.
Down in the kitchen, Ren's advanced senses immediately picked up the sound of frantic, retreating footsteps echoing rapidly up the main staircase.
He didn't even need to cast a sensory spell to know exactly who it was.
The weak pathetic holy mana signature leaking from the boy was completely unmistakable.
