Jace grinned. "Trusting a Fallen, are we?" Jace leaned in close to Mute, his eyes bright with barely suppressed anger, or laughter, or both. "Bit of a dangerous game," he hissed, letting his fangs show for just a second. He was mad about how she seemed to think him beneath her. He was mad because she rarely reacted to anything he did - except with disdain. But he was a bit pleased to know that she trusted him - liked him?
Mute spun one of her daggers ontop of her finger, the same way someone else would with a basketball, she smiled the slightest. She turned her head to look over at Jace for the split second and was alarmed at how close he was to her, the dagger feel from the tip of her finger and scattered across the floor of the cafe when she lost focus. She quickly looked away once more " No. it's just that I don't dislike you as much as I did before." She murmured the obvious lie.

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