JASON’S POV
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I’m forced to sit on the edge of the bath while she lays underneath the bubbles, the steam lingers in the air. “Do you like this colour?” She holds her hand out, and my eyes flick down to the ox blood colour polish on her nails. “It looks like blood,” I shrug, “I know,” she wiggles her shoulders in excitement. “But do you like it?” she batts her eyelashes at me. I shrug, because I don’t want to hurt her feelings, well if she has any and the colour doesn’t suit her. “Come on now, tell me.” her smile fades and her stern voice forms a lump in my throat, “Honestly, it doesn’t suit you,” I choose to be honest, hoping I could distract her while my mate fights for her life deep inside of her own mind. She holds out her hand in front of her, humming, “Really?” she asks, her cold ey
