![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() “Touch her again and I will kill you,” Jasper threatens in a low tone. I massage the assaulted skin as Jasper clutches me by the arm and pulls me to his side. “Let her go.” Jasper orders and Enzo steps away as if he wasn’t just about to break my wrist. There are a lot of clipped words and neither of them seems amused. My head spins trying to get a gist of the conversation. “What the fuck did I tell you, Enzo?”Įnzo answers in Italian and he goes back and forth with Jasper. Jasper studies the scene before he strides between us with his hand curled in a fist. It’s almost a déjà vu from those days in the boarding school when he used to protect me from the stronger and bigger boys. A long breath escapes me as my eyes meet his icy blue ones. The door swings open and both our attention trails to Jasper. ![]()
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