One hour:

Nothing had happened.

Two hours:

Still nothing.

Three hours:

I was getting pissed off.

Four-

The door swung open and I looked up, crossing my arms over my chest. "Nice of you to pop in," I said and narrowed my eyes at the man who walked in. He was around 40 with light blonde hair that was cropped neatly. He had piercing blue eyes and was wearing dark jeans and a white button up shirt.

Somehow, he pulled it off, managing to look relatively cool, but also quite scary.

I stood up and leant back against the mirror as Jasper entered the room and shut the door behind...