AIDEN'S POV
I towelled myself dry, pacing the room like a caged animal, unsure of what the hell to do.
Her screams were still stuck in my ears—her desperate pleas.
Jasmine's voice was small and scared, and it was something I never wanted to hear her like that again. Especially not because of me.
I'd tried to follow her, but my legs were shaking, my vision cracked in half, and in a moment of chaos, I slipped and went headfirst into the pool. That shock of cold had snapped me back. Fast.
The instant my body hit the water, it was like Ace had been slapped in the face by a thousand volts. He recoiled, retreating so deep inside me I couldn't even feel him anymore. Probably ashamed. Probably bruised. Or sulking like a child who broke their favourite toy.
But this wasn't a broken toy.
This was Jasmine.
My mate… our mate, and we'd nearly ruined everything.
I tossed the towel onto the nearest chair, my chest heaving. Then I grabbed my phone and tried her number.
One ring.
Two.
