Chapter Fifty Eight

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  Like a small boat
On the ocean
Sending big waves
Into motion
Like how a single word
Can make a heart open
I might only have one match
But I can make an explosion

~ Fight Song, Rachel Platten 

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** Jace's POV**

I followed Harry's instructions. Since I had left the castle I hadn't attempted to go back, but now they would be watching for me. 

I was back at head quarters needing a plan, when a distraction walked right through the door.

"Hey Reb," I croaked, still sore.

"Yeah," he asked, immediatly attentitive, I was glad I had a great friend like him.

"Can you get me some ice," I asked.

"Sure," said Reb, hurrying to the kitchen. I groaned and rubbed my temples with my fingers.

"You okay, bro," asked Lisa, snuggling into my arm.

"Fine," I said, thinking for the millionth time of what we could do to help the girls. Just as Reb got back there was a knock at the door.

I stood up, groaning a bit, and moved to the entrance. I shouldered the heavy door, cautiously. I looked out to see something supprising.

Standing just outside of our base was James. James was once one of the biggest members of the rebels, he was also my best friends before Reb. Me and James were the leaders, we talked about everything and we were perfect at working together.

"Hello," he said, in a perfectly tailored suit. I scowled and let the door fall shut. I turned, but James had caught it, and stepped inside.

"You don't belong here," I said, my tone dead.

James looked sad and degected, when I said that, but he knew that it was true. James had choosen his path a year ago, and he couldn't fix what he did now.

"Can we talk," he asked.

"As what," I replied, hearing nervous whispers from the other room, shared by Reb and Lisa. 

"As acquaintances, or as partners," said James, "I just want to talk about business."

"My business doesn't correspond with yours anymore," I retorted, wanting to talk to him so bad, but knowing that he didn't deserve it. 

"Please," said James, quietly, "I have something that you need."

"And what is that," I asked.

"Connections with the King."

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