Marked By Pain (The Marked #2)(52)

"Miss Jules, looking as beautiful as always," Jace says, in an overly sweet tone as he walks into my bedroom. He walks straight over to Jules and kisses her cheek, making her giggle. Jace is that typical hot guy, with his white blonde hair and crystal blue eyes. Even my sixty year old house sitter can't be mad at him for long, he can charm just about anyone.

"Don’t start with that pouty cute face," she tuts at him and he widens his arms, pretending to be shocked.

"What face? I'm always like this," he says and she laughs, any anger she had disappearing.

"I’m going to clean up this state of a house and you should leave, you're going to be late for school. I don't want to have to tell your father that when I tell him about the party," she says as she points a finger at me and I hold in the urge to laugh. She emails my father all the time about anything I do but he never responds. He just pays her to keep the house running and to make sure I don't get into too much trouble. I doubt if he doesn't have the time to talk to me in the last ten years, he isn’t going to have the time to email a human he hired. Jules walks out the room and Jace leans against the wall, tucking his hands into his pockets. I run my eyes over his tight jeans, his white shirt that is ridden up a little to show his toned stomach and finally to his handsome face that is grinning at me. He knows exactly what he does to me.

"You look too sexy when you do that," I comment and he grins.

"Isn't that the point? Now come and give your boyfriend a kiss," he teases and I do a fake sigh before getting up and walking over to him. I lean up, brushing my lips against his cold ones and he smiles, kissing me back just as gently.

"We should go but I was wondering if you wanted to go to the mountains this weekend and try some flying?" he asks and I blank my expression before walking away from him and towards the mirror hanging on the wall near the door. I smooth my wavy, shoulder length blonde hair down and it just bounces back up, ignoring me. My blue eyes stare back at me, bright and crystal clear. Jace says it’s like looking into a mirror when he looks into my eyes, they are so clear. I check out my jeans and tank top, and grabbing my leather coat from where it hangs on the back of the door before answering Jace.

"I’ve got a lot of homework to do-" I say and he shakes his head as he cuts me off.

"-Issy, when was the last time you let her out? It’s been, what months?" he asks and I turn away, walking out my bedroom door and hearing him sigh behind me.

"Issy, we can't avoid this forever. Not when we have to go back in two weeks," he reminds me and I stop, leaning my head back against the plain white walls of the corridor.

"I know we have to go back. We have to train to rule a race we know nothing about just because of who our parents are. Don’t you ever want to run away, hide in the human world we have been left in for all these years?" I ask, feeling a grumble of anger from my dragon inside my mind. I quickly slam down the barrier between me and my dragon in my head, stopping her from contacting me, no matter how much it hurts me to do so. I can’t let her control me.

“Issy, we were left here so we would be safe. We are the last ice dragons and our parents had no choice. Plus… being a dragon around humans is a nightmare, you know that,” he says, stepping closer to me.

“I don’t want to rule, I don’t want anything to do with Dragca,” I say, looking away.

"I guess its lucky we have each other, ruling on our own would have been a disaster," he says, stepping in front of me so I can’t move and he gently kisses my forehead.

"I know. I just don't want to go back, to see my father and everything that has to come with that," I say, and he steps back to tilt my head up to look at him.

"You're the heir to the throne of the dragons. You’re the princess of Dragca. Your life was never meant to be here with the humans," he says and I move away from him, not replying because I know he sees it differently to how I do. He is the ice prince, and his parents call him every week. I haven't spoken to any of my family in ten years and I have never stepped back into Dragca since then. It’s the only thing we disagree on, our future.

"Issy, let’s just have a good day and then maybe I could get you that peanut bacon sandwich you love from the deli?" he suggests, running to catch up with me on the stairs.

"Now you're talking," I grin at him as he hooks an arm around my waist and leans down to whisper in my ear,

“And I could do that thing with my tongue that you…“ he gets cut off when Jules opens the door in front of us, clearing her throat and ushers us out as we laugh.