JASON'S POV
With a resigned sigh, I leaned back against the headboard, staring at the ceiling like it held all the answers to my suffering.
I could still hear Ella's soft breathing, the only proof that the demoness had momentarily transformed into a harmless, sleeping beauty.
But let's not get ahead of ourselves.
She was only harmless until she woke up.
Then?
I was back to square one—walking on broken glass, dodging daggers, and making sure I didn't end up six feet under.
Still… as much as I wanted to escape, I knew I couldn't leave.
Not just because she'd threatened to tell her father (which, let's be honest, was an effective death sentence), but because…
I was actually worried.
I ran a hand through my hair, feeling frustrated with myself.
This wasn't part of the plan.
I was supposed to be counting down the days until our contract ended, supposed to be keeping my distance, supposed to be protecting myself.
