Jasmine paced for a while. And then she tried to find her own place to hide, which turned into poking, prodding, and hitting various places all over her cell. And then she paced some more.

So when the door opened, she wasn't sure how long she'd been there.

"Good evening, Miss Daniels," an Alpha said as he walked into the room. Jasmine moved to put as much space between the two as she could, eyeing him warily, though her fear and distress pheromones spiked sharply as he showed his teeth in an expression too hard to be a smile. "What do you know of trauma-bonds?"