STEPHAN
I stood just outside Jasmine's hospital ward, the sterile white corridor pressing in on me like a cage.
The mansion felt too far away right now. I couldn't bring myself to leave her, not after everything that had happened.
The image of her falling from the school rooftop because of that bastard Henry kept replaying in my mind, over and over, like a nightmare I couldn't wake from.
My hands clenched into fists at my sides as rage and worry twisted together in my chest until it hurt to breathe.
How could she be so reckless? I thought, pacing a few steps down the hallway and back. She had put herself in danger again, chasing after ghosts or whatever madness had taken hold of her since the accident.
I was supposed to be furious with her. I was furious but beneath that anger was something sharper, something that cut deeper than any betrayal ever had. What if I had lost her?
