Jasmine’s POV
I woke up to the soft light filtering through the cabin’s curtains, the kind that promised a fresh start but didn’t quite deliver. My head was pounding a little, not from a hangover, but from the whirlwind of last night. All those brothers staring at me in the dining room. God, I must have looked like a deer in headlights. Flushed, awkward, barely able to string a sentence together. Why did I even show up? I should have just stayed in my room, hidden away until everyone forgot I existed.
I rubbed my eyes and sat up, the blankets pooling around me. The cabin was cozy, all wood panels and thick rugs, but it felt too big, too exposed. Like I was an intruder in someone else’s world. Ian had been kind enough to let me stay here to heal, to get away from the mess back home. But
