His expression didn’t change. Now, the idea had been planted. I moved toward the chair near the window.
“She wasn’t alone,” I added.
That got his attention once more. “How do you know?”
I didn’t look at him this time. “Because if she were, she wouldn’t have escaped through the window.”
He stood still. Because that one mattered more. It introduced something that Jasper didn’t like; not just loss of control, but replacement.
He didn’t like it when someone else stepped into a space he believed belonged to him.
“Find out who,” he said immediately.
I giggled. He commanded me. But that didn’t matter at that time. Because deep inside me, I knew I was in control.
“I am following up already.”
He looked up at me, recognizing that I was becoming a conflict over everything he had, and her. No
