AIDEN'S POV
She slammed the door in my face.
And I just stood there.
Breathing like I'd run a mile in wolf form. Like she hadn't just whispered in my ear and walked away like she hadn't detonated something inside my chest.
I wanted to knock. Gods, I wanted to tear that door off its hinges and demand to know what the hell she thought she was doing. What we were doing.
But I didn't.
Why? Because part of me, the worst, weakest part of me, admired it.
Jasmine wasn't the same woman I met at that masquerade party a few weeks back—the one who seemed carefree and willing to marry a stranger just to prove she was in charge.
No, now she was like fire.
Unpredictable. Intense. Stunning.
And all of this was happening because of me.
Because I'd pulled her into this world and then hesitated. Because I'd kissed her and pulled away. Because I kept secrets.
And now? She wasn't waiting for answers.
She was writing her own damn rules.
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I barely slept.
