Jasmine

Three months later

With the late March chill, I was still wearing my winter coat as I paced the foyer of the penthouse, waiting for Dario. This was the first time I’d been home since Christmas, and the lack of information was eating at me. Catalina had tried to keep me up-to-date on what she knew about the declared war, or most of it, but that wasn’t much. Despite multiple text messages to both Rei and Em, none had been returned.

My spring break was last ...