JASMINE POV
My mum promised to return my calls two nights ago when she was done making dinner. I guess she was still cooking up until today.
Typical.
My phone chimed suddenly, jolting me. My breath caught as I scrambled to check it.
Alaric.
My heart gave a sickening lurch, and I hesitated, the screen glaring up at me like a taunt. It was a text.
I didn't want to open it, but my thumb moved before I could stop it.
"Would you rather I come to meet you at home and finish what we started? Or you'll be the good little girl you are and come to the office?"
I froze, his words sending a shiver down my spine. My fingers hovered over the screen, trembling as I typed back.
"I'm not coming."
I pressed send before I could second-guess myself, my pulse thundering in my ears. The seconds dragged painfully as I stared at the phone, waiting for his response.
One minute.
Two.
Five.
Fifteen.
Selene... He isn't coming back home now, is he?
