DELIA HERRERA POV

I slapped Jason before I thought better of it. It was fucking impulsive and I regretted it.

Taking a step back, I watched as Jason's hand traced his cheek where I'd hit. He smirked, his gaze meeting mine, an amused expression on his face.

"I take it you do not want clothes or food then. Try not to hit me next time, though; my ear works just fine. All you have to do is use your words," he said, and reached for my hand.

"Where are you taking me?" I asked, staring at his ...