Webster's POV
Webster had never witnessed that expression cross Jill's features before. It radiated dominance, smugness, and satisfaction—like someone who'd just executed a perfect scheme and couldn't resist savoring their victory.
'How could Jill possibly wear such a look?' I wondered. 'No, impossible. I must be seeing things.'
Jill was the most compassionate person I'd ever encountered. She always greeted everyone with genuine warmth. She'd even rescued my life once.
When everyone else had written me off, Jill was the sole person who refused to give up searching for me.
She'd hauled me back all by herself, her palms scraped bloody, nearly landing herself in danger because of it.
'How could someone as pure as Jill ever display such arrogance?' I thought, still struggling to accept what I'd seen.
