Jasmine’s POV

My stomach lurches at his request while I continue to watch him with folded arms, hoping for a spark of warmth, love and comfort in his blue eyes.

But there is nothing.

They are just hard and cold. Reminding me of the man who kidnapped me four months ago from Chicago.

It feels like the Xavier I fell in love with is different from that man.

His so-called brother on the other hand is still gaping at him, making me irritated. I don’t know if this irritation is from the ...