Chapter 9: Bruised knuckles

We walked in comfortable silence through the first hallway with him occasionally glancing back at me to make sure I was still keeping pace with him. The kitchen was located right at the end of the hallway and was just as beautiful as the rest of the house with dark, granite tabletops, glass cabinets, a fancy stove and a wide variety of appliances ranging from an expensive digital microwave to a glass kettle and a state-of-the-art coffee machine.

Standing in the corner of the room, busying himself with a sandwich, was Jasper who immediately straightened when he saw me.

“Miss Raine,” he said politely before bowing his head slightly. Clearly Nicholas had finally revealed my identity to him as well, though he seemed to have a completely different way of treating that information than Dante did.

I wanted to tell Jasper that there was no need to be so formal and polite with me. But before I could, he turned sharply towards Dante and frowned before saying, “How dare you bring her in here. Yo