#Chapter3
Jasmine woke in her bed unsure of how she got there but fairly thankful. Her head was killing her, pounding away at her temple as she struggled to get up out the bed. A knock on the door caused her to moan as she placed the pillows over her. Jasmine didn’t even know what time it was, but the person persisted. She just read the mind of who it was, Xavier, and she groaned again not in the mood for him today.
/"Come on Peters we have another case./" Xavier shouted. /"One you may want to look into./"
She hopped up remembering she had an entire conversation with a Dark angel. She touched her hands and her face unsure as to what to do now that she clearly went against an angel's wishes. Somehow, unconsciously she had disobeyed a direct order from an Angel. She was truly going to be screwed for life.
/"It is almost too bad you can’t heal yourself./"