"Lacus!" I yelled, holding Dakota's and Bash's hands. Suddenly, wind rushed past us as we traveled through the Space-Time Continuum. Bright white lights formed a tube as we sped through dark matter and stars, stopping a moment later in the basement, just outside the Werewolf Room.
"Bash!" Jasmine yelled, rushing to the glass.
Michael stood to the side inside the room, letting them have a moment.
Bash placed his hands on the glass from the outside, over her hands. "Jasmine, I'm so glad you're alive!"
"Bash, I'm so sorry about all of this," Jasmine said, her voice pleading. "I should never have--"
"Ssshhh...." Tears filled his eyes. "We need to get the demon out of you, and then you'll be fine."
"No," a raspy voice erupted from deep within her chest as she tilted her head down and looked up at him, a sinister smile lighting her lips. "You'll not get rid of me that easily."
"Wanna bet?" Bash asked, undeterred.
