Chapter 97

• SERENA’S POV
• The afternoon sun was already low by the time I stepped out of the hospital, my scrubs exchanged for black heels and a fitted coat. My phone buzzed, and I didn’t need to look to know who it was. Jasper was never late.
• His black car was idling by the curb, tinted windows like shadows daring anyone to look too closely. I climbed into the passenger seat, the scent of leather and faint cologne curling around me like smoke.