32: Is he helping me?

ASHLEY

“I see you now have a place in Carson's car,” Jasmine said with a bitter look on her face.

As usual, my wolf growled as I stood face-to-face with Jasmine. But I made up my mind to contain my wolf. I was not giving her the pleasure of seeing me shiver.

“I don't understand what you're saying,” I said to her.

“The hell you don't!” she yelled.

“Carson offered to carry me in his car,” I said, calmly.

Since she was desperate for an explanation, I decided to give her one. Immediately color drained from her face.

She is wondering why the same Carson who was cold towards her would offer me a ride. I thought to myself.

“Oh, I see,” she said with a raise of her chin, “you seem to have forgotten where you belong,” she added, fondling her knuckle rings.

I was triggered by what she said. Jasmine had no right to talk to me about my place. But of course, Axel had given her the audacity to speak to me in such a demeaning way.

My fingers started to curl, “I'd like to go to my class now,