Jessica/tessa pov.
“What?” I stared at Mikey in disbelief. “Jason is dead?”
Mikey’s face was pale, his voice low. “Yes. Apparently… for a while now. They found his body this morning. He’s been gone for five days.”
My hand flew to my mouth. The room tilted, sound fading into a distant hum. “Five days?” I whispered. “That can’t be right. He—he promised to report back.”
I had been wondering why there’d been no word, no message. But dead? My chest tightened painfully.
Zane’s eyes darkened, his jaw tightening. “How?”
“They think it was dark magic,” Mikey said. “Whatever attacked him left no trace, just black marks on his chest and throat.”
I stumbled back, the weight of it hitting all at once. “Oh, goddess…” My voice broke. “He already escaped death once because of me. He tried saving me
