Kala giggled brightly as if she was completely oblivious to the suffocating tension permeating the stone room.
She grabbed handfuls of Jace's messy hair to balance herself, kicking her small boots happily against his chest.
"Alright Sir Hero…" Kala said with a smile and Ren glanced at them with his eyebrows thinning.
'Tch, why is she sucking up to him…? Is it because he's the Hero?' Ren thought with a sigh.
Jace turned around as he looked directly at Ren and Astrid.
His eyes were bloodshot, and he looked incredibly tired, but there was a hard uncompromising edge in his gaze that hadn't been there yesterday.
He was drawing a firm line in the sand.
"I know the rules," Jace stated.
He looked directly at Ren.
"I know I'm not on the official roster," Jace continued, his jaw tightening. "I will stay in the backline. I won't initiate combat. I won't draw my sword to steal your kills, and I won't touch a single piece of your loot."
