Jasmine POV
Reagan was propped up against a mound of pillows, looking much better when we arrived in his room. He was still weak, though. I was perched on the edge of the bed with thoughts swirling with everything that had happened.
“What’s on your mind, Jas-mine?” Reagan asked, interrupting my musing.
I looked up at him, handsome as he was, with the soft glow of the evening light filtering through the curtains.
“A lot has happened, you know. I woke up, and we were both back here in the pack. I thought it was an easy win, but it took a lot from us to beat one demon. And I thought I lost you. It’s my fault. I was too weak to help.” Tears started to form in my eyes, but I looked up for them not to spill.
“Hey, come here.” He patted the spot beside him, and I moved there and laid my head
