Jasper - POV
When Fiona pushed us away with her magic and told us not to follow her, I felt like I was coming apart at the seams. Back at the condo, I was restless, pacing as Theo and I fought the urge to go after her. Flint stopped us cold, insisting she needed time and space.
The weight of his words was unbearable, and silence filled the room like a heavy fog. Unable to just sit there, I left the hallway and stepped into Fiona’s room.
Her scent lingered, delicate and familiar. Sitting on her bed, I traced the fabric beneath my fingers. It made my heart ache. I wanted to shred that b***h, Cami, for spewing her trash and hurting Fiona. That pain she felt? I felt it too—sharp, raw, and unrelenting.
That’s the curse of being mated: when she hurts, I hurt. My mind kept replaying the ima
