Reagan POV
It had been four days since Jasmine collapsed in my arms after we vanquished Sean and his cohorts.
Four days of silence.
Four days of watching her lie still, her breathing steady, her vitals holding strong, but her eyes never opening.
I hadn’t left the hospital for more than a couple of hours at a time, and even those moments away were filled with guilt. Guilt that I hadn’t gotten to her fast enough. Guilt that she had to take that blow from Sean. Even though we won, it still felt like we were waiting for the real victory—the moment she opened her eyes and looked at me again.
Leila had been handling Jasmine’s recovery. Her magic and our best healers, even Mom and Grandma, had somehow healed Jasmine’s body, but her spirit needed time to recover. Sean’s strike had done somet
