(Virginia’s POV)
"Virginia. I thought you went home." Jasper’s face is tight, closed off. The open frankness I’d once admired is gone, replaced by suspicion and wariness.
I don’t respond. Just stare at them, my heart pounding in my ears.
"How much did you hear?" Dorian asks, his voice calm, careless even.
“Hear what?” I sweep a confused glance from him to Jasper. “Is there something I’m not supposed to know?”
“We were discussing confidential business matters.”
I nod, and set the coffee carrier on the table by the door. Grabbing the doorknob, I smile, saying, “go on and continue then. I won’t disturb you,” and stride out.
The second the door closes behind me, my composure crumbles.
I can’t breathe.
Extreme terror grips me, sending tremors shaking through my whole being. I press my
