"This isn't how I pictured our next meeting," Jon said,his voice low as he took a step closer to me.

I kept my expression guarded, refusing to show the shiver that ran down my spine.

I turned to address the servants and guards. "Leave us." I commanded sharply.

They left, but Jon's guards remained. When I raised an eyebrow at him, he smirked, the corner of his mouth lifting in that infuriatingly confident way, then waved a casual hand at the guards. They too, left. 

And just like that, we were alone. 

Jon gave a short, mocking laugh. "Are you going to stand over there to talk to me, Odessa?...