JASMINE.
I push the heavy doors open, my arms feeling weak from the entire pursuit of today. From the moment my eyes fluttered open earlier this morning, I had been strained and wrung dry emotionally.
I can vividly remember the cold eyes of Alec, the way he scanned the entire bed in disgust, repulsion swirling in his dark orbs. Something else sparkled in those eyes, something that had made me shuffle quickly away from Andre.
I sigh, leaning against the door. Everything is happening too fast, almost as if I am hoping from bullet trains to jets, breaking the sound barrier. That letter left a bad taste in my mouth, like rotting meat.
The scribbles itself is sketchy, the message even worse. The rogues being upset with the plenitude of the dead bodies of their people and suspecting the witc
