Elizabeth Summers
There was something off about Michael even though I couldn’t quite put my finger on what it was. He seemed to be nice enough as he spoke to me in the back of Jasper’s car but there was something in his voice that sounded put on and fake. Even the questions he was asking about my life didn’t seem to come naturally to him. He was acting like someone who was learning how to have a conversation for the first time.
“What food do you like to eat?” Michael asked as he placed his hand on top of mine.
Jasper sighed. I could feel his anger through our bond even though he was trying his best to hide it from Michael and me as he drove us home. He wasn’t trying hard enough though, we both saw him roll his eyes in the rear-view mirror. Michael smirked before turning his attention ba
