Jade’s POV
“Jade?” my eyes fly open when Laura said my name. I went into a deep sleep.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. I need to clean your wounds.” The towel is still wrapped around her body, and her beautiful hair is still soaking wet. If I believed in angels, she would’ve been the perfect and most beautiful angel I have ever seen. I blinked a few times when the pain returned and Laura notice it.
“Please sit up so I can clean the wounds,” she asked softly and pulled me up, placing a pillow behind my back.
“Did the feeling wear off?” I joke when I saw how tense she is. Her cheeks flush and I can’t help but smile.
“Sit still,” she demands, not commenting on my question.
“Jade, I know my mother is part of this entire conspiracy, but I feel like I need to talk to her. I haven’t eve
