Chapter 127 The Night Love Saved Us All

• I lower Jasmine gently to the cold marble floor, brushing her hair out of her face. Her breathing is ragged, uneven—but her body begins to glow again, the silver veins surging beneath her skin like liquid moonlight.
• “Jasmine…” I whisper, backing up just as her body arches once more—then bursts with a flash of blinding light.
• A collective gasp ripples through the room. When the light fades, she’s no longer lying there as a woman.