Jasper POV
She said I didn’t love her. That I didn’t know what love was.
I scoffed out loud, pacing the hallway outside my bedroom door. I can hear her fuming, trying to open the door, then trying to knock it down over and over again. It’s impossible, the very foundation of this place is fused with demonic power. It would take someone impossibly stronger than even me to break down the doors, walls, any part of the castle.
When I hear no more destructive behavior from her coming from the room, I wave my hand in front of the door, making it translucent to me but still appear normal still to her. She is sitting in a defeated heap in the center of the room, her face cast down and her red-tinted blonde hair hiding her features from me.
Her shoulders are heaving with silent sobs. Watching
