JASMINE
Has he lost his bloody mind? He doesn’t even mind the scars on his hand, nor the trickle of blood that squeezes out of the closed wounds on his arm from breaking in through the window. Worse, he has me heaved on his shoulders, carrying me effortlessly like a child.
“Alec!” I demand, thrashing about in his grip but he just will not let go. “Alec!” My voice drops to a desperate whisper, my heart isn't just thumping at the annoyance of his audacity, but I am genuinely terrified that someone might just see us, “Alec, you really have to put me down. Anyone can see us!”
“No.” Comes his flat reply that sends a char of anger writhing through my body.
“Alec, I command you as Luna to put me down!” I yell into his ears and he suddenly cringes, but still doesn’t listen to me.
“That won’t
