“What’s he like?” I’ve always been intrigued by the older man and meeting him last year quelled none of the interest. He seemed a force to be reckoned with, terrifying and cold.

“Like someone you never want to meet willingly,” says a deep, familiar, smooth voice, unexpected and close. I jump and spin around to see Jake casually striding in the door. The flutters in my stomach come back in full force, reminding me I’m still standing in the middle of the room. I move to my ...