“You’re not going back to him.” She shrugs nonchalantly. “Maybe I will. You don’t tell me what to do, Jasper.” Not yet. But I will. “You’re not.” She spins, her voice cutting across the room like she’s thrown a dart right at my chest. “And why not?” “Because he sucks the life out of you!” She rears back, clearly shocked by the volume of my voice. “And I want to breathe it back in.”
