My heart or Jasper's words—I don't know which took me back to his bedroom. It wasn't until I was standing right before his door that I realized what I was doing.
Why was I even here? No. It couldn't be Jasper's words. He was going to tell me he loved me? And? That does not erase everything he has done. Attempting to tell me he loves me is nothing but a tactic of manipulation—a manipulative piece of crap. But why wasn't I turning around? Why were my legs stuck? Why weren't they moving? Why wasn't I taking the opportunity to not only free myself from Alpha Dawn's obsession but also give Sable the chance to fulfill her dream and prove myself a good friend to her?
Worse still—why was I twisting the doorknob and stepping inside?
My heart pounded. He was seated upright on his bed, one leg rested over the other, his shoes still on. He was still in his turtleneck and pants, a glass of liquor in his hand.
