Jasmine’s POV
I couldn't sit still.
I walked back and forth across the living room.
Clara sat on the edge of the sofa, looking down at her shoes. Jenny stood near the window, watching the driveway. Aunt Rose sat in an armchair with a cup of warm tea, but she hasn't even taken a sip.
Orson was upstairs fast asleep with two guards watching his door.
"They're back" I said.
Clara looked up, and Jenny turned away from the window.
"Are they okay?" Clara asked, jumping off the couch.
"They're not hurt," I whispered. "But something went wrong. Something's very wrong." our bond allowed me to feel what he was feeling in that moment and I'm glad that he's not hurt
Boots echoed down the hallway a few seconds later. The living room doors opened, and Garrett, Fred, and Simon walked in.
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