Chapter 20

Control Freak 'You must know that even though Jasmine doesn't show it, she's scared of werewolves," He began in a flat tone. 'I know," was my deadpan reply. I had looked into that incident I overheard her talking about, and was told that she had come impossibly close to both rape and death, all because of rogues. She had been saved in extremis by her warlock cousin, Karl. And although she had gotten out of that encounter physically unharmed, she'd been mentally scarred. Quite the trauma. 'But what she's even more scared of is losing herself," he added on a sigh. I cocked an eyebrow at him in question while giving him a quizzical look, 'What do you mean by that?" He let out yet another sigh, looked around the kitchen for a split-second before shifting his gaze towards me, 'That is to mean she's a little bit of a control freak." 'Huh?" my eyes narrowed. He lost me there, my wolf interjected, breaking through the wall I had mentally put up. Ditto, I didn't bother shutting him off