~Jasmine~
"I’m... I’m so sorry. I didn't mean to drop the glass."
My voice sounded like it belonged to someone else, someone much younger frightened…one minute, I was a girl trying to figure out why three gorgeous werewolves wanted me, and the next, I was looking at the heirs to the most powerful throne in the werewolf world.
My hands started to shake as i looked down at the broken glass on the floor and suddenly…I wasn't in a penthouse anymore… i was back in the living room of my father's house.
I dropped to my knees as I began to pick at the glass shreds on the floor, my head blurring as a memory pushed its way to the front of my mind…my stepmother standing over me, her face twisted into that familiar look of disgust… my own father stood beside her… tiredness and the usual disappoint
