Jasmin's POV

　　We jump to where we are all older. We are in the class of demon history. Adriana sits in the very front of the classroom, Narine at her side. I have just turned eighteen the day before.

　　Narine is looking around the room, smirking at me with an evil glint in her eyes. I roll mine as an answer. Then through the door walks Aron. He sniffs the room, looking around it in interest. His eyes settle on me, and he smiles this beautiful smile. One that makes my knees weak. I have had a crush on him for the longest time. He waves and walks up the...