Raisel - POV

As I squinted my eyes, the worried face of Jace came into focus, pulling me back to reality. I tried to sit up on the soft bed, feeling the sheets tug against me.

“Thank God you’re awake,” he murmured, relief evident in his voice.

“How long was I out?” I whispered weakly.

“An hour,” he replied, pouring me a glass of water. Just then, Mr. Beau walked in, his calm expression laced with the usual hint of sarcasm.

“Welcome back,” he said.

I gave a ...