The door slammed shut behind Lily as she burst into Anna's chamber, her breath coming in shallow, frantic gasps. Her hair was loose, cheeks flushed red, and her eyes wild with something between disbelief and fear.
Anna, who had been reclined on a chaise with a cup of rose tea in hand, barely looked up.
"You better have a damn good reason for storming in like that."
"She's not dead," Lily hissed, gripping the edge of the dresser like her legs might give out beneath her. "Jasmine—she's alive. She's awake. Nanny Nia's with her."
Anna's cup paused mid-air. "What?"
"I saw her through the window. She's talking. Smiling. That wolf is still at her feet, and Nanny Nia hasn't left her side."
Anna slowly set the cup down with a clink, her eyes narrowing. "I told you to watch her. Not to get caught like a little brat peeping in windows."
"You said she wouldn't survive that fall," Lily whispered, eyes darting. "You said—"
