And Jasper… he is not saying anything.
I feel something crack inside me.
I laugh bitterly, shaking my head as I take a step back. "See? I knew it. I knew it."
Jasper blinks. "Thea—"
"No, forget it," I say quickly, my voice shaking. "Forget I said anything."
I spin around, ready to bolt—ready to run as far away from him as possible.
But before I can take another step, Jasper grabs my wrist.
And when I turn back, his eyes—those impossible dark eyes—are burning.
"Say it again," he says, voice low and deep.
My heart slams against my ribs. "What?"
"Say it again," Jasper repeats, stepping closer, his grip firm but gentle.
My lips part, but no words come out. Because suddenly, the weight of the moment—the intensity in his gaze—is too much.
Jasper searches my
