Jasper pov
I didn’t know what to feel as I watched Colette. It wasn’t love, surely not, but it was something else, something foreign. Something I once felt long ago but never allowed myself to feel again. An image of a boy popped into my mind, sandy-colored hair, bright green eyes. His laugh, the way he smiled, images of him kept pouring into me as I stared at Colette, allowing my mother to pull me away from her. Dangerous, I should be scared, angry, furious. All I could feel was this foreign feeling, the word stuck on the tip of my tongue. What was this? A feeling that made me know she wouldn’t hurt me. I just couldn’t quite remember it.
After the barrier was thrown up, we weren’t able to see anything. It was like inside the domed barrier there was smoke, clouding our vision of what wa
