Jasmine Yale always felt that Sylvan Cheney was acting a bit unusual tonight. Although they usually did these things, tonight, he seemed to really enjoy kissing her.
"You went somewhere tonight?" Jasmine couldn't help but ask.
"I dealt with some things," Sylvan replied, "Just stay put in the Cheney Residence."
"Oh." Jasmine nodded, "What if I ran off? What if I ran out of the Cheney Residence?"
The color in Sylvan's eyes darkened, and his usually expressionless face suddenly became stern. The hand around her waist tightened: "You wouldn't dare."
"But it's so boring being cooped up in the Cheney Residence. What if I really sneak out?"
"There are no 'what-ifs'. If you dare to sneak out alone, I will be very angry, understand?" Sylvan's cold voice carried a stern warning.
There was not an ounce of jest in Sylvan's tone.
Jasmine understood his attitude.
Once he spoke to her with that tone, it meant that the matter was non-negotiable.
