POV: Jasmine
Sometimes I was tempted to think that Alaric was watching me through some magic means or something. He always seemed to know what I was doing or where I was at.
I looked around frantically, searching for somewhere—anywhere—to hide the phone. Under the sink? No, it's too open. The cabinet? Too obvious. The fucking bathtub? No time.
The footsteps were getting closer.
Shit.
I only had one option.
Fingers fumbling, I yanked at the knot in my towel, unraveling it in a desperate motion. The phone disappeared into the thick folds of fabric, and without thinking, I tossed it behind the door just in time—
The door burst open.
And I was standing there.
Naked.
For a split second, everything went still.
Alaric's eyes landed on me. His gaze dragged down my body, slow, dark, lustful. A muscle ticked in his jaw.
He stepped forward.
I stepped back.
My back hit the cold tiles, the shock of it making me shudder. His expression didn't change.
