Jasper pov
Kalia led me to a silver and small VW Golf, and I slid into the passenger seat, throwing my bag in the back as she sat in the driver's seat. It was cramped, and I tried to pull the chair back as far as it could, still having to tuck my long legs up as she started the car and started driving. “So can I ask you now?” I asked her, my patience waning.
She clicked her tongue at me again and I cringed, remembering how she used to do that all the time before she stopped being around us. “Life is forever for us, Jasper. Just take time to relax, enjoy it. Have you ever even been to Iceland before?” She asked me.
I sighed, a loud sigh, but she ignored it, waiting patiently for my reply. “No, I tend to ignore the colder places so I don’t have to wear this ugly s**t,” I told her.
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