Chapter Eighty Two

ELENA

I was still on the phone with Jane when the bedroom door opened, and Jason strode in.

I turned to look at him with the phone still in my hands.

"I heard a door open and close. And I know that's not you." Jane said. I could here the mischievous and suggestive tone in her voice. There was no need to ask how she had possibly known it was not me who opened the door. "I'll talk to you later. Bye sweetie." She chirped.

"Yeah....take care of yourself." I replied. I had actually been looking forward to hearing all about her encounter with Tyler. But it seemed like that wasn't going to be possible now, especially when Jason was now striding towards me, having heard me end the call with Jane.

"Hey.." he said. His demeanor, brooding.

I sighed. "Hey." I knew the issue of the gun was still on his mind. I mean, there was no way it wasn't going to be like that, given the circumstances.

"Jane?" He asked, eyeing the phone that lay beside me as he came to stand just at the foot of the bed.

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