JASMINE'S POV
"I haven't been here since… well, since I got married," I said, quietly, as I opened the door to my previous apartment.
The scent of cinnamon candles and expensive wood polish hit me like a ghost of the lady I used to be, before bloodlines and bond marks rearranged my life.
Sophia followed behind me, scanning the place like it was a museum display.
"This feels weird," she muttered. "Like stepping into a parallel timeline."
"I just needed to grab something," I said, brushing past her into the bedroom.
She leaned in the doorway. "You sure that's all?"
I didn't answer.
Instead, I opened my closet and pulled out a sleek, navy-blue jumpsuit I hadn't worn in months.
It was one of those power pieces, featuring sharp lines and a don't-mess-with-me zipper, that I used to wear when I needed to command attention without saying a word.
Sophia arched a brow. "You dressing for battle or brunch?"
