He vaguely remembers waking one morning to find a copperhead just outside his door. An elegant thing for all its deadliness, poised to strike at him daring to disturb. Sheās always reminded him a little bit of a snake. Dangerous to get close to, unpredictable, plenty of venom to loose. Standing so close to her is probably the closest heāll ever get to a death wish. He isnāt moving at all, stiff and locked in place. Heād tried to take back some of that control and it had failed. Not that he recalls her ever listening to him outside of strategic talks anyway.
Jasper is intimately aware that theyāre being watched. Which should mean she canāt do anything, but he doubts being outnumbered would stop her. Two of the six behind him had never killed before. She could probably take them out with ease. He paints them all with calm lest she decide to use her position to her advantage. Wants to think theyāre fairly evenly matched should this boil over. But he canāt even rip himself away from her and they probably look like theyāre just talking because he was stupid and asked for a little space. āWhat do you want?ā
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