CHAPTER 173 A Promise is a Promise

*Jace*

*Chicago*

It was a windy Friday morning. The first of the golden rays of the sun could be seen peeking through the horizon.

I stretched and rubbed the sleep from my eyes. Even the moans and groans from Marsh and Fiona's lovemaking earlier were not enough to keep me awake.

I glanced at my watch, calculated the time it would take Marsh to go through Fiona's things and estimated an eight o'