Jasper’s POV
I clenched my fists.
No.
No, I couldn’t let it end here. I didn’t come all this way, bleed out on a floor, and crawl through hell just to lose her to a man who had the advantage of not failing her.
I had failed her. And if I could do only one thing right, it would be this:
Make her see I never stopped loving her.
Even when I lied.
Even when I walked away.
Even when I let Cassie kiss me and didn’t shove her off fast enough.
Even when Scarlett vanished and I told myself I didn’t deserve to look.
I never stopped. I never could.
I looked down at my hands, scarred, bruised, imperfect. The same hands that once held her as she slept. The same hands that had touched her skin like it was sacred. I remembered the way she used to lean into me with trust in every breath.
God,
