Jasmine's POV
I retreated to the bedroom before Christopher could say anything else. My hands shook as I locked the door behind me, heart pounding so hard I could hear it.
What had I done?
No. What had he done.
I pressed my back against the door, breathing hard. The confrontation replayed in my mind—his cold justifications, his complete disregard for my wellbeing. The moment I'd woken up in that hospital bed, disoriented and afraid, knowing he'd drugged me.
He'd actually done it.
All the planning, all the careful manipulation I'd been executing—none of it prepared me for the visceral reality of waking up helpless in a hospital, knowing my own mate had stolen my consciousness and planned something sinister.
My phone buzzed.
Dominic's name lit up the screen.
I stared at it, somethi
