Jack has changed

Tamara's POV

I went to bed that night fully expecting to be drugged. It was strange, this feeling of déjà vu that had been creeping over me ever since I was reborn into this life. I knew exactly what was going to happen. Jack was going to offer me that same warm milk he always did, the one that I’d once thought was a simple gesture of affection. But now, after everything I had remembered, I knew better. The milk was laced with sleeping tablets. It had to be.

As I lay there, pretending to be engrossed in a book, I noticed Jack out of the corner of my eye. He was standing near the door, holding the glass of milk, but there was a hesitation in his movements that wasn’t usually there. His eyes seemed to linger on me more than usual, like he was weighing his options, or maybe trying to gauge if I suspected anything.

"Are you okay?" I asked softly, lowering my book and glancing up at him.

Jack blinked, quickly masking whatever thoughts had been playing across his mind with a charming smil