Chapter 85: Puppet Strings

Mara’s

Jasper stood rigidly in the doorway, his shoulders tense and his eyes sharp as he stared directly at me. He looked exactly like a man who had been fruitlessly chewing on the same painful, frustrating question for too long and had finally snapped from the pressure.

I instantly forced a sweet, slow smile onto my face, pushing myself smoothly up from the silk bed. My back screamed violently in silent protest from the deep wounds the whip had inflicted, but I ...