Jasmine POV
I was lying on the ground in the park, breathing heavily and my vision blurring. The demon was finally defeated, and I felt so relieved. Everything went dark, and the next thing I knew, I was in a soft bed surrounded by an unfamiliar white room. The sterile smell hit me first, and then the gentle beeping of machines. I sat up quickly, ignoring the wires attached to me.
“Mom?” I croaked out. My mother, who had been sitting beside me, immediately jumped to her feet.
“Jasmine, take it easy! You need to lie down. I’ll call the nurse.” She reached for the call button, but I grabbed her wrist.
“Where’s Reagan?” I demanded. My heart was racing, and not just from the effort of sitting up. “Why is Reagan not here?” It was a dumb question, but I knew Reagan would have waited for me
