POV: Jasmine
But I was too aware of the deadly calm in his voice. Too aware of how easily he could snap my neck before anyone even noticed I was gone.
We reached a dark Sedan parked at the far end of the lot, tucked away from sight. The sunlight barely stretched into this corner.
And then he shoved me.
My back slammed into the cold metal of the car with a force that stole the breath from my lungs. A sharp gasp tore from my lips as pain shot through my spine.
Before I could recover or even process the situation, he took a step back, sliding his hands into his pockets like he had all the time in the world.
And then he smiled a slow smile, his hazel eyes glinting with something that made my stomach churn. He was looking at me. Not just looking–assessing, drinking me in like I was something to be owned.
I swallowed hard, suddenly painfully aware of every inch of my body.
Thank Selene, I wore jeans and a T-shirt today. There wasn't much skin for him to leer at.
