~Jasmine~
"Jasmine, Jasmine," I heard a voice calling deep into my mind. I blinked my eyes open, squinting as the morning light flooded the room. Everything was far too bright.
"What are you doing on the floor?" Freya asked, her voice thick with shock.
I looked around, realizing I was indeed curled in a fetal position on the cold hard ground.
Suddenly, flashes of the previous night rushed back to me. My hand flew to my neck, tracing the skin where the mark sat. To my relief, there was no heart-wrenching pain. The only evidence that the night had actually happened was my position, normally , I woke up tucked safely in my bed.
"Hello?" Freya waved a hand in front of my face. "Are you okay?"
"Yes, I'm fine," I replied, my voice a bit raspy.
"Why are you on the floor?" she pressed agai
