He's Lying

Gael

The moment I stepped inside the dungeons, the stench of silver-burned flesh hit me. Jace lay slumped against the wall. He was barely recognizable. His skin was blistered and charred wherever the silver chains touched him. Blood trickled from his mouth, and every breath rattled like his lungs were collapsing on themselves.

I have to say that his condition made me feel good. How dare he touch w