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His eyes trailed over to one of the booths in the corner of the cafe, where a certain blonde was currently attempting to look like she wasn’t glaring daggers at him. The wolf leaned over the counter and gave Jace a knowing look before he whispered, “Jace, I love you, you know that. But if turn up dead tomorrow, I just want you to know I cursed your name all sorts of ways with my dying breath.” Not wanting her to retreat back into her shell though, he was quick to follow it up with a smirk and gentle kiss of his own to her cheek.