(Jasper’s POV)
At that moment, Virginia moves, grabbing Scarlett's arm mid-fall. The impact nearly pulls Virginia over too, but she holds on, both of them dangling over the edge.
"Help them!" James is sobbing now, still fighting his restraints. "Please, help them!"
Morgan just watches, that cold smile still on her face.
I'm fighting the men holding me, throwing elbows, trying to break free. One of them punches me in the stomach and I double over, gasping.
Through the pain and the panic, something clicks in my brain. Something about Morgan's face, the way she moves, the sharp angles of her features.
I know her.
The memory surfaces slowly, like something dragged from deep water. A woman coming to our house when I was six, maybe seven. Always asking for my father, always crying when he
