Jasmine's POV
Warm sunlight filtered through my bedroom curtains, carrying the familiar scent of lavender that always made me feel safe. I opened my eyes slowly, my body feeling like I'd been hit by a truck, but somehow also strangely energized.
Aunt Naia sat beside my bed, her weathered hands folded in her lap. Despite her gentle smile, worry lines creased her forehead.
"I was beginning to wonder if you planned to sleep until next week," she said softly, brushing my hair back from my face.
Behind her, three unfamiliar figures stood against the wall, watching me with intense interest. They didn't look like typical high school students. There was something different about them, something that made the air in the room feel charged.
"You failed to mention your new friends," Aunt Naia continued, raising an eyebrow. "They're the ones who carried you home. Want to tell me why you were passed out cold?"
