"She's waking up," Jasper's voice echoed in my ears.

I smiled, then groaned, cause even that small movement hurt like hell. But I wanted to see him. Touch him. Ensure myself that he was whole and well, that they all were. So I forced my eyes open a crack.

Jasper stood over me, Kento beside him. Kento had a cast on his arm and I gasped.

"It's okay," he touched my hand gently, "I'll have my sword arm back in no time, you'll see."

"Magic?" I ...