Elena

Jasper stood there leaning against the wall.

His presence hit me like a blast of ice. My breath caught and my pulse started racing.

His eyes met mine and they were cold, dark and furious.

“You really have no shame, do you?” he hissed, his voice slithering through the air like venom. The last person I expected to see was standing in front of me.

“What are you doing here?” I demanded, finally finding my voice. It trembled, but I masked it with steel.

He stepped toward me. I instinctively stepped back, every part of my being recoiling.

“This is Nathan’s hotel,” I said, trying to keep my voice...