Jasper would have laughed at her attempt to speak if the situation hadn’t been so strange. In case she attempted an escape he spun himself and Kennedy until he had her between himself and the wall. Finally he released her, though Jasper pressed his hands against the cold concrete wall to trap her between his arms. “Thank you,” he sighed, leaning down to speak quietly to the woman.

“Look, I’ve been crashing here and I just want to know what the hell a bunch of shifters are doing in this house and when you’ll be leaving.” He closed his eyes, giving her a little more room. “Are you part of Vera’s pack? Look, I’m sorry to scare you but I need help getting out of here. Her father would kill me if he knew I was here…” Jasper paused, looking in the direction of the stairs. “He’s…not here, right?”