Chapter 116: Jasper’s Secrets
Oscar:
By the time I slipped out of Eva’s room and into the quiet hallway, my mind was racing, but not with the heat still lingering from our kiss. No, that fire had been doused the moment I heard Mallory’s broken voice from behind the door. And the expression on her face had only confirmed what I already suspected.
Something was seriously wrong.
And there was only one person who could possibly be the reason behind it.
Jasper.
Instead of the elevator, I headed for the stairs, taking two at a time. My boots almost made no sound against the plush carpeting of the hotel floor. The building was quiet, wrapped in that late-night stillness where even time seemed to slow. It was close to midnight, and most of the students and staff had already retreated to their rooms.
Except for Jasper.
Sure enough, I found him in the dimly lit lobby on the ground floor. He was sitting on the farthest couch, near the darkened window. He didn’t notice me immediately, and for a second, I stood there watching him.
He was looking like hell.
Elbows on his knees, head low, fingers tangled in his hair. His shirt was wrinkled, the top few buttons undone, and there was something raw in the way he stared at the floor, like he was battling something he didn’t know how to fight.
The only difference between him and Mallory was that he wasn’t crying.