Jasmine's POV
The early morning sun streamed through the window, rousing me from my sleep. I blinked, rubbing my eyes as I sat up in bed. Mason was still asleep in the chair beside me, his face peaceful in the soft light.
A movement outside caught my eye. I peered out the window, my heart stopping as I recognized the figure stepping out of a sleek black limo.
Jessy. My step-sister.
I scrambled out of bed, throwing on the first clothes I could find. Mason stirred, his eyes opening slowly.
"Jasmine? What's wrong?" he mumbled, still half-asleep.
I didn't answer, my mind racing as I bolted out of the bedroom. I took the stairs two at a time, my bare feet slapping against the cold marble.
As I reached the bottom of the grand staircase, I saw the palace guards carrying in several expensiv
