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“I wasn’t. I was walking to class and some idiot had it in the hallway. A different idiot smacked it out of his hands, and it hit me. I’m okay. It just stings a bit.”
Jesska pulled Sophia’s shirt up to look. “There’s no blood.”
“No, I told you. I’m fine. Just got a bit winded.”
“Okay, we’ll get you home and we can watch a movie, okay?” Jesska signed her out.
“Sounds great,” Sophia said.
Jesska led her into the hallway and towards the parking lot, the empty halls eerier than she remembered. She felt the air in the building shift, and she was drawn to a tall man striding purposefully toward her. She stalled, her heart racing as he approached. He had to be the best-looking man she’d ever seen, and that thought sent her reeling. He had blond hair and as he drew closer, she could see deep green eyes that stared through her... all the way to her soul. His skin was like porcelain, other than a day’s growth over his chin. He looked to be her age or younger, but carried himself with the confidence of a man who’d lived life and probably ruled it, too.
For a brief second, he glanced at Jesska, and surprise covered his face. He then focused on Sophia. “Ása,” he said.
Jesska gently pushed Sophia past him.
“Wait. Ása,” he repeated.
“I think you have me confused with someone else,” Sophia said.
“I might agree with you if you didn’t look just like your papa.”
“What?” Jesska’s heart raced again. Something wasn’t right. “Who are you?”
Kaspar stared at the beautiful young woman standing in front of his niece, protecting her even though she’d never have a chance against him. Blonde hair fell in soft curls down her back, she had big hazel eyes, and a tiny little diamond circle sitting proudly in the crease of her button nose. She was a little taller than most humans, however, still a good six inches shorter that him. His mate. He shook his head and took a moment to process the fact that she was the one. He didn’t know how it was even possible, but a human had just wrapped herself around his heart, and he didn’t even know her name.
“How did you get in here?” she asked.
“Your name, elskan,” he said.
“Excuse me?” she snapped.
He wondered if he’d said it wrong in English. “What is your name?”
“None of your business.” She turned to his niece. “Sophia, I need you to disappear. Understand?”
“Wait,” he ordered.
Ása... or Sophia as his mate had called her, froze to the spot, but this woman was unaffected by him.
“You are in pain,” Kaspar noted, and laid his hand on Ása, healing her.
“Don’t touch her,” his mate demanded as she grabbed Ása’s arm, pulling her away from Kaspar. “Soph, you need to go,” she said, obviously not understanding that Ása physically wouldn’t be able to move until Kaspar released her.
“She can’t,” Kaspar said.
“Why?” The flaxen-haired beauty focused on him and frowned. “What did you do?”
“Your name.”
She crossed her arms. “What did you do to my niece?”
“Tell me your name.”
“What did you do to my niece?” she repeated, irritation and fear pouring off her.
He sighed and released his niece, who took off after a minute of stunned confusion. Kaspar couldn’t stand the fear emanating from his mate. The last thing he wanted was for her to be frightened of him. “Will you tell me your name?”
She squared her shoulders. “It’s Jesska.”
