The Sunspire through the dreams and disasters.

Jace saw the hackles raise across Summers back, but it didn't bother him. After all it was dark and he was black and besides that he would have done the same thing had he not seen who was approaching. Jace saw him bow his head and it ripped apart the emotional scars afresh. Surely Summer blamed him right, he had told him he would take care of him and he had done a piss poor job of it.

Jace gave a crooked smile boyish and self conscious. Hey Summer. How are you doing my friend?