Amelia’s POV

Jasper didn’t.

“This your new keeper?” he asked, squeezing my shoulder until I bit my lip. “Cute.”

Dane stepped in, crowding the space. “Last warning.”

Jasper’s gaze flicked to Dane’s hands, to his stance, and something in his smirk thinned. He shifted his grip to my upper arm, almost like he wanted to prove a point before leaving. A sharp sting burned up my arm.

“Stop,” I said, louder.

Heads turned at nearby tables. A woman stood. The barista inside ...