JESSICA'S POV
The first thing I felt was the scratchy fabric of a couch under my cheek. Then, a low, antiseptic smell. My eyes fluttered open. I was staring at a dark wood ceiling I recognized. Sebastian's office.
A man with glasses and a kind face was leaning over me, a penlight in his hand. "Ah, you're back with us. Good. Just lie still."
"What... what happened?" I asked, my voice a dry croak. I pushed myself up on my elbows, pretending to be more confused than I was. The last clear memory was Sebastian's shocked face, the stares, then nothing. I didn't want him to start asking questions yet.
"You fainted, young lady," the doctor said, clicking off the light. He turned to where Sebastian stood, a rigid, angry statue by his desk. "Severe adrenaline crash, coupled with the physical
