Twisted Around a Promised Hand | Jace Wayland
Warnings; angst, includes smut, unprotected sex, arranged marriage
Jace stood next to Alec, a look of curiosity on his face as he offered a glance at his parabatai. He was hiding something, their bond suggested such a secret. Usually his friend would tell him all, they were practically brothers.
There was a bad feeling settling in the pit of the shadowhunters stomach, a part of him was screaming for him to leave his suspicions to rest, however he could not. It was not in his nature, it would defy his behaviour if he ignored the behaviour of Alec in peace.
Clearing his throat, the blonde finally caught the attention of the brunette, his hazel eyes snapping away from the part of the wall that they were caught on. “What is it?”
