Bree miscalculated how many episodes were left of the series. She didn't go to bed until nearly 4 AM and was so exhausted she didn't have the energy to peel herself off the couch.
She fell asleep there tangled in a luxuriously soft blanket and didn't wake up until a tall, dark figure was leaning over her. Out of instinct, she screamed fell off the couch in her haste to get away and couldn't get all of her limbs free from the blanket's clutches.
"April, it's me," Jasper said coolly.
Her heart seized with panic. She wasn't supposed to be in her pajamas right now! She was supposed to be cool, calm, and collected like April. Not freaking out on the floor!
Bree couldn't tell if he was angry or not. It was difficult to tell his expressions apart because he radiated an aura of intensity so fierce it practically sucked all of the air from the room every time he was in it.
