Jimmie’s POV
“You’re mine. Always mine.”
I must’ve replayed those words a hundred times in my head before I even made it out of bed.
But let me back up.
Last night was… insane. After the awkward, heart-pounding scene in the bathroom where I found Devon gripping the sink, his chest heaving and eyes those unnatural golden eyes, faintly glowing like something straight out of a fever dream… I had stood there, frozen. My breath caught. My brain is trying to rationalise it.
Maybe the lights had played tricks on me. Maybe I was overtired. Maybe…
Yeah, no. I wasn’t hallucinating. I saw what I saw.
Still, I’d gone back to the table, shaky but trying to hold myself together for Eleanor’s sake. I’d forced a smile when she asked if I was okay. Told her I just needed some fresh air.
She didn
