JASPER's pov

"Oh, Jasper. My face still stings from the fumes of the toxins that b*tch tossed at us." Camille whined, "I want her to pay for what she's done."

I rolled my eyes at Camille's complaint, and wanted nothing more than for her to shut it so I could think.

The room already smelled like burnt herbs and cheap antiseptic. Blood, sweat and smoke all clung to the air and made my head pound.

The last thing I needed was her voice drilling holes into my skull.

"That's enough woman! I've ...