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Jace wasn't use to not having to work for the twins, as much as he enjoyed it, he also enjoyed laying out on the secluded part of the ship letting the sun tan his bare muscular chest. During the trip he was told to simply look after the twins, if they want anything, get it for them, that was all, the Fynch's even described this trip as a vacation for Jace. His dark hair rustled gently in the cool sea breeze, he wondered where Slyphiel was, the thought of her carelessly crossed his mind, her porcelain and doll like features he had grown to care for. He called her his little lelle, which was Latvian for doll, one of the few words he remembered from growing up there. Jace took a moment before shaking Slyph's image from his mind.