Jasmine stirred in the middle of the night. Something felt wrong. She felt as though her space had been invaded but when she woke up, there was no one in her room. She was certain she had felt the presence of someone. Was it Dairon? Having witnessed his speed before, she was certain that he could run out of her room within the time she took to open her eyes.
That stalker! She would give him an earful of scolding if she caught him spying on her. She slid out of bed and held her nightgown so it wouldn't trip her as she walked down the hallways to find his room.
She felt it again, a strong presence. The door to Dairon's room opened when she was a few steps away from it, and a woman walked out. Her hair was silvery-white with a faint hint of blue, her skin smooth like a pearl and almost as white as snow. She was wearing a pale pink two-piece dress that showed off her breathtaking body.
