Jasmine POV
I lay on the thin mattress in the basement, staring blankly at the cracked ceiling. I was supposed to be curled up against my mate, but we had no more time for ourselves. We had to separate, and I had to act my part.
The damp air pressed down on me with the cold seeping through my bones. I tugged at the hem of my shirt–a dirty, crumpled thing stained with tears and dust. My hair was a tangled mess, and my face was blotchy from crying. I didn’t even need makeup to look like a mess. I had been crying for what felt like hours, letting all the fear and anxiety wash over me. It wasn’t me to break down, but the weight of everything had hit me hard.
Demons. We were up against powerful demons. I kept replaying that word in my mind. They weren’t just rogues. They were powerful being
