JASMINE
Today is the day that Sloane and I would be released from the infirmary. It should have felt like freedom, but why does it feel like a cage.
Lucien isn't here, not when I woke up this morning, or when the pack doctor declared me fit to leave the infirmary, not even when Xavier barged into our former room with a battalion of guards to escort me to my new room.
He is ignoring me. I know it, he knows it too.
After everything that has happened, the blood claim, the threats, the bond that neither of us could control or deny, I had thought or even hoped that he would at least show his face.
Even if only out of duty. But no.
The silence from him stung deeper than the mark of a physical wound ever could.
Sloane chatters beside muttering something along the line of making hospitals
