“I swear I’m going to make this right.” (Patreon)

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2025-11-20 16:00:13

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2026-11

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She bent her head and focused on washing her hands and didn’t react when Roth wrapped his arms around her middle and buried his face in her hair.

“I’m sorry,” he rasped. “Forgive me.”

She shook her hands to get off excess water.

“I swear I’m going to make this right.”

Thankfully, there was a towel within reach so she could dry her hands.

“Jasmine?”

She replaced the towel and refused to look in the mirror. “Release me.”

His hold tightened. “Look at me, please.”

“Can you let me go? I don’t want to be touched.”

Her voice was as cold as her heart. The emotions that had surged to the surface when she first woke were slowly freezing over behind layers of ice.

Roth’s hold on her tightened before he let out a little sigh and released her, but not without kissing her shoulder. She didn’t react as she stepped away from him.

As she entered the bedroom, the door opened and Mo appeared with a loaded tray balanced on one hand. His gaze went from the empty bed to her. He scowled and then he focused on Roth and announced, “They’re here.”

Jasmine paused. “Who’s here?”

She glanced at Roth and didn’t know how to interpret his determined expression or the way he crossed his arms over his chest.

“Who?” she clipped impatiently and then heard someone shout her name and her heart dropped to her toes. “Is that…?”

“Jasmine!”

Although she’d never heard Colette shout in her life, she was sure that shrill shriek was her sister.

She looked at Roth. “You didn’t.” When he just stared back at her, she hissed, “You had no right.”

“I have every right,” he countered.

“Where is she?”

They heard Colette’s belligerent demand several seconds before her sister appeared in the doorway. Her sister looked as wild as she sounded. Colette’s blonde hair was loose around her shoulders instead of being styled in its customary twist or chignon and her glacial blue eyes were livid. The moment Colette spotted Jasmine, her face flushed.

“How dare you!” Colette shrieked and rushed forward before Lyle appeared, wrapped an arm around his wife’s waist, and hauled her backward. This took a significant amount of force because Colette fought him savagely.

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