"Ryan," she whispered urgently, her voice tight with worry. "Jason left again. He just walked out of the building, and he's heading toward the same direction as before. I think something is seriously wrong."
I hadn't expected this to happen so soon after my arrival, but Jason's mysterious nighttime wanderings were clearly more urgent than I'd realized. Something about Jasmine's tone, the way her voice trembled with genuine fear, told me this wasn't just teenage rebellion or restless insomnia.
I nodded and stood up from my narrow bed.
Moving as quietly as possible to avoid waking Christopher, I slipped on my boots and grabbed my jacket from where I'd left it draped over the single chair in our cramped room. My hand axe was within easy reach, and I secured it in my belt.
