Chapter 413

“Take care of him. Let me know when he regains consciousness,” Jace said calmly.

Ivan lay unconscious on the floor; dried blood crusted at the corner of his mouth. The baseball bat had been returned to the corner of the room, as if it had never been used. And Jace—standing tall, adjusting the cuff of his shirt with unhurried movements—was far too composed for someone who had just struck another ma