Six

Jasmine's POV

"Good to see you again, baby girl."

I stare back at Michelangelo as he stands imposingly in the doorway.

His faint Italian accent strikes a chord in me, adding to the air of superiority around him, and I can't even look away.

My mind tells me to slam the door in his face and get the hell away from this place, but even if I wanted to do just that, I couldn't find the strength to move. It was like I was in the presence of a god, and good lord, it wasn't just any god.

He takes a step closer to me, and I find myself stepping back instinctively. Now, I'm only vaguely aware of the fact that I am slowly being cornered against the wall.

"Well, I never imagined our reunion to be like this," he continues and chuckles a little.

He places his hand on either side of the wall, trapping me under him, and licks his lips with a grin.

I find myself unable to look away.

What happened to the tears and heavy emotions just a while ago? Everything seems to have frozen in time because of the ma