SERAPHINA’S POV

Jasper carries me in his arms quietly until we're right in front of the girls' dorm. He drops me gently on my feet and pulls apart, far enough to look at me with pitiful eyes.

I hate it.

I don't want to be pitied like some sad, pathetic girl who is helpless and weak, bending to the will of the wind tossing her wherever it sees fit.

"Are you okay, Sera?" he asks, only now when I'm about to go to my room.

He hadn't said anything at all until now.

I know his intentions are ...