✶ Elizabeth's POV✶
Jason sits across me, his hand interlaced with mine and I have to wonder if I'm dead or dreaming. I can feel the bond between us gain its strength and the mark on my neck from him becomes alive and vivid once again.
"Jason?"
"I want to see Rosalyn." My best friend whom I haven't seen in forever. "I need to see her." I sit up in bed but cringe at the pain expanding in my chest.
Jason puts a hand on my shoulder, pushing me gently back down into the pillow. "I know, and you will but she's recovering herself."
I feel the blood drain from my face. What do you mean?"
I can see Jason struggling to speak. "Ameria rarely fed her blood. She's very weak."
I shake my head, feeling my guilt rise. "I should've come for you sooner. I should've worked harder."
Jason embraces me
