Jace shifted position again, leaning back and resting the crossbow on the arm of the chair. A silver ring flashed in his left eyebrow, something she hadn’t noticed downstairs in the foyer. He’d also taken off his jacket and was dressed simply in a white T-shirt and blue jeans, his powerful forearms covered in ink that led her to believe he might be older than she’d first thought. Moth squinted, managing to make out some kind of Celtic band around his right arm—the one that guided the crossbow and was as steady as a rock—and something that might have been a dragon or a phoenix on his left.
“What are you doing here?” Moth was glad to hear that her voice was strong.
He raised an eyebrow, the one with the piercing. “I live here.” Jace must have seen the surprise on her face, because he shrugged. “Well, some of the time. I’m away at school mostly, but I spend whatever breaks I get back here in Ironbridge.”
Moth tested the handcuffs that bit into her wrists. The pain was intense, but she tugged at them again and had to swallow a cry of triumph as she felt something give. Not enough—not yet—but maybe soon. “I don’t know what you’re bothering with school for if you’re going into the family business with Daddy.” She kept her tone light, mocking, hoping to distract her captor.
He grinned, and this time it seemed more genuine. “You don’t know anything about me, but I know plenty about you.” He stood and grabbed something that had been lying on the floor by his feet. Before she could see what it was, he approached—still keeping his weapon trained on her—and held the mirror up in front of her.