“Still waiting on me?” Jace teased as he killed the engine, pulling off his helmet. “Someone has to,” Nova shot back, though her chest ached in that old familiar way, the one that meant he still had her, completely. Seven years later, the fire hadn’t gone out. If anything, it burned deeper. But fires could warm—or they could consume. And Nova couldn’t shake the feeling that theirs was the kind that didn’t know how to die quietly
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