Jace Carter

Suddenly, the elevator dings. A pair of black boots steps out. It's her — Nova, sleek ponytail, black hoodie, glowing phone in hand. Nova, coldly “Tell your men to stand down. I just rerouted their weapons to blow up their own truck.” Gasps. Jace appears behind her — silent, in a black coat, watching her work with a smirk, Jace, low and proud. “This is why I don’t need an army. I have her.” He wraps an arm around her waist, presses a kiss to her temple.