JESSICA'S POV
My eyes opened to the familiar ceiling of my room. The silence was heavy. I was alone. I pushed myself up, my body feeling strangely light, almost empty. My head throbbed with a dull ache. I tried to remember. The fight. The feeling of bone breaking in my jaws. The power rushing through me. Then... nothing. A black hole.
I passed out. Used too much energy. Not strong enough yet.
I swung my legs over the side of the bed. The floor felt cool under my bare feet. I was wearing a soft sleep shirt I didn't remember putting on. Someone had brought me here. Put me to bed. The thought should have been comforting. Instead it just felt like I'd been handled like some fragile object.
Julian. He'd been hurt. Badly. Because of me.
That memory cut sharp and clear. Him protecting me wit
