Jasmine’s POV

My lashes flutter open to meet the intense gaze of a blue-eyed man who looks murderous.

Frozen with terror, my heart begins to pound hard in my ribcage watching him stare at me with so much intensity and feeling a lump of dread at the closeness of his body to mine.

He is laying on his side with his head resting on his hand, not shifting his gaze from me and making me more uncomfortable.

“How do you feel?” he finally breaks the silence just when I am about to avert my ...