Chapter 11

Not Immune 'Just tell me, Jasmine," he started in a matter-of-fact tone, not even bothering to give me a glance, while vigorously washing his hands, 'What are you playing at?" The cuts that had briefly adorned his hands were now completely gone. 'The real question is," I smirked slightly, giving him an annoyed look, 'what are you playing at?" A small smile made its way onto his face, and, for some interminable seconds, he stared at me intently before averting his eyes and telling me softly, 'I just want to get to know you." 'So, you just barge in here and tell my parents I'm your mate?" The edge in my voice was quite distinct, even though I tried to keep it neutral. He shrugged nonchalantly and it just made me so mad at him that I couldn't help myself; I pushed him a little by his shoulder and yelled in a whisper. 'You're such a conceited, arrogant bastard!" In a heartbeat, he had my back against the wall. 'I'm your conceited, arrogant bastard," he countered intensely. He was so