Chapter 323: Chapter 323

Third Person POV

“And how is our patient doing this afternoon?” Jazzy asked as she walked through the doors of the infirmary.

Sarah lay in the bed, peering over at Jazzy with large and alarmed eyes. Her father sat at her bedside. Sarah had been in the infirmary for the past 24 hours and she was looking a lot sicker than she had when she first arrived.

Her face was pale, and she had dark circles under her eyes. She also lost a significant amount of weight and she overall looked utterly exhausted. Jazzy thought she looked close to death, but she wasn’t going to let this girl die until the ritual.

“Why can’t I go home?” Sarah asked, peering up at her father. “I want to leave.”

“I told you already. You can’t leave until we cure you of this terrible curse,” he explained to her.

“I’ve had this curse my entire life; there is no cure,” she murmured. “I’m tired and I can’t sleep here.”

“You’ve had this curse your entire life because you haven’t known me,” Jazzy said, folding her arms across her chest. “I can cure you. But we can’t do anything until tonight. Then, you’ll be cured, and you’ll be able to leave here.”

She sighed and leaned back in her bed.

“I miss my friends…” she whispered, staring down at her hands. “I miss….” Her voice trailed off and Jazzy found herself curious as to what she was about to say, but she seemed to have stopped herself.

She glanced at her father who was also staring at her with narrowed eyes, no doubt also wondering what she was about to say. Sarah’s cheeks turned a light pink shade and then she averted her eyes.

“You will be cured soon, and you will no longer have to suffer,” Alpha Jonathan assured her. “Just rest easy.”

She sighed, but she didn’t say anything more.

“Your vitals are good for right now,” Hannah said gently as she stared at the monitors. “I’ll give you some more fluids though, just to keep your energy up.”

“Okay…” Sarah murmured.

“I should check on my other patient as well,” Jazzy said, turning away. “If you need me, call for me.”

She walked out of the infirmary and into the hall that connected the infirmary to the rest of the clinic, which led to the basement where they were keeping Lila hostage. As she began to walk through the clinic, she heard familiar voices coming from the stairs and they were getting louder.

She froze as two rogues burst through the doors. They were both shaking and looked as if they had seen a ghost. They were holding what looked to be a gun, but it was clear to Jazzy right away that it was a syringe gun.

She furrowed her brows together as she stared up at the rogues who had just noticed her standing before them.

“Miss Jasmine,” one of the rogues said, bowing to her very presence. “We didn’t see you there.”

“H…hi…” the other one stammered, his tone shaky and pathetic.

Jazzy rolled her eyes and folded her arms across her chest.

“Why do you look like you’ve seen ghosts?” She asked, staring between the two of them. “Shouldn’t you be on guard duty downstairs?”

They both looked at one another before looking back at Jazzy, who was impatiently waiting for their response.

“Well?” She urged when neither of them spoke.

“That Volana you made us watch almost escaped,” The one holding the gun explained in a rush. “She went crazy!”

Jazzy raised her brows.

“What the hell do you mean she went crazy?”

“She kept going on and on about killing us and how this cage can't hold her. She also said wolfbane isn’t strong enough to sedate a true Volana…” the other one said, his tone much softer and weaker.

Jazzy furrowed her brows together, confused, as she glanced at the syringe gun.

“Did you not sedate her with wolfsbane?” Jazzy asked.

They both shook their heads and the one holding the gun, rose it so Jazzy could see the label on the tube.

“No,” he said, shaking his head. “It’s Starlight.”

Before Jazzy could say anything, another voice sounded from behind them.

“Did you just say Starlight?” Hannah asked, staring wide-eyed at the rogues.

They both nodded at the same time and Hannah staggered backwards in shock.

“Oh, goddess, no!!!” Hannah screeched.

Before Jazzy could ask what had gotten into her, Hannah was running quickly past them all, shoving past the rogues and through the doors that led down the narrow stairs. Jazzy didn’t waste any time rushing after Hannah.

She had no idea what was going on, but it couldn’t be good.

They ran into the area where the Volana’s cage was; she was lying on her side. To Jazzy, she looked to be asleep. But telling from Hannah’s face, something was seriously wrong.

“What is it?” Jazzy asked, rushing toward the cage. “What’s wrong?”

“Get this gate open!” Hannah growled; Jazzy had never heard her raise her voice like this before.

“Tell me what is going on, Doctor!” Jazzy demanded.

“Those idiots gave her Starlight,” Hannah said through her teeth.

“So?” Jazzy asked, raising her brows.

Hannah spun on her heel to face her.

“I sent you her medical reports, Jazzy. Lila is highly allergic to Starlight.”

Jazzy’s heart fell into her stomach.

“What?” She managed to ask, her heart racing in her chest.

“She could die, and all of this would have been for nothing,” Hannah continued. “Now open this cage so I can get her into my clinic and save her life!”

Jazzy didn’t hesitate to get the cage open and as soon as she did, Hannah ran into the cage and knelt beside Lila, feeling for a pulse.

“She’s still alive but she won’t be for long,” Hannah announced. “We need to get her to my clinic so I can get the Starlight out of her.”

Jazzy turned away and easily summoned Zagreus to her. Zag was the easiest solution to transporting Lila to the clinic without causing any more damage. He was busy casting the curse that Jazzy had created, but he should be just about finished.

He appeared in front of her, looking confused by the interruption.

“The curse has been cast, but I wanted to watch it in its work,” he complained. “Why have you summoned me?”“There’s no time. We need you to bring Lila to the clinic upstairs,” Jazzy said urgently.

She stepped aside so Zag could see Lila lying on the ground, barely hanging onto life.

“What happened?” He asked, furrowing his brows together.

“No time to explain,” Hannah breathed, panic clear in her tone. “Just help me get her upstairs.”

Zag stepped toward her and swiped his hand over Lila’s body; darkness swirled around him and melted to the ground like shadowy smoke. It swirled around his feet and slithered over to Lila like a bunch of snakes.

It wrapped around her body, swallowing her whole. It lingered for a short while and then it slithered back to Zagreus and melted back into his body.

“She’s there now,” he told Hannah.

She jumped to her feet and ran as fast as she could up the stairs and to her clinic on the second floor of the warehouse.Zagreus and Jazzy stared after her for a short while before Zag looked at Jazzy with a curious look in his eyes.

“What is going on?” He asked again.

Before she could answer, the two rogues responsible for this appeared in the doorway. They were staring wide-eyed at the cage, clearly confused about what was happening.

Anger filled Jazzy as she stared at the pathetic rogues in front of her. She hated rogue wolves; she hated almost all wolves but especially rogues. They were only here because they were working for Alpha Jonathan. She never wanted them here but because they were here, she figured they could be useful to her.

There were tons of rogues lurking around and acting as if they were helping when they were only making things worse.

“Did we mess up?” The one holding the gun asked.

Jazzy stepped toward him and slapped him across the face, using her nails as extra leverage to make claw marks across his cheek. Blood trickled down the side of his face and he stared at her with shock.

The other one was shaking in his skin, terrified about what Jazzy was about to do.

She used the force of her magic to grab his neck and lift him off the ground without even touching him.

He couldn’t breathe.

He was choking and gagging, trying to get a breath of fresh air, but just as he was about to pass out from loss of oxygen, Jazzy twisted her hand and snapped his neck, killing him instantly.

The one who was holding the gun dropped the gun and looked as if he was about to run away. But Jazzy used her force of magic to stop him and keep him frozen in place.

Darkness swirled around him as he struggled to move.

She stepped even closer to him and smiled almost sweetly. He continued to shake in his skin and whimper pathetically. She shoved her entire hand into his chest, making him gasp and then whimper in pain; she gripped his heart, watching as pain and agony clouded his vision. She wanted his death to be slow and painful after what he had done.

She squeezed his heart, making blood pour out of his mouth as the life drained from him.

She didn’t stop squeezing until his heart was nothing more but goo in her hands.