Chapter 70 Coffee For A Devil

• I pull the blanket up to Jasmine’s chin and gently tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear. Her face is pale, her breathing shallow, but there’s a strange calmness to her now—a kind of silence that terrifies me more than her screams ever did.
• She chose this. She chose to tear away a part of her soul just to be free of him.
• I brush my thumb across her cheek, then turn to Fury, who stands in the corner like a silent sentinel.