Sonja

　　Shaking after my encounter with Sergio, I grabbed what I could of the sheets and wrapped them around me. I'd almost been... I couldn't even bear to think of it. Jasper was cut, bad, dark blood all over him. He'd fought so hard to save me. Sergio's eyes met mine, a hunger that threatened to devour me in their depths. Looking away from him, I met the gaze of an older woman. Her gray hair was pulled into a severe bun, and her dark eyes were narrowed on ...