Chapter One Hundred and Nine

“What?” I asked shakily.

“I remember your voice.” He stared at me with startled eyes, “I heard you, Sophia.” He scrambled off the bed and shuffled towards me. Jasper took my hands in his, “I heard you asking me to fight.” Jasper ran a hand through his hair while I just stood there, shell-shocked.

“Ho- How? You were unconscious.” I croaked, my throat felt like it was closing up.

“I don’t know. I don’t know how.” He shook his head gravely.

“Do you remember anything else?” I asked hesitantly and Jasper’s eyebrows knitted in concentration.

“I- I think I saw you, but it feels like a dream. You were walking towards me- dressed in a purple vest that hugged your figure, and you had a duffle bag over your shoulder. You smiled at me.” He had a faraway look in his eyes and his hands squeezed mine as he recalled the memory.

“That was just before-”

“-I was stabbed in the back.” He completed my sentence and looked at me with startled eyes.

“Do you-?” I couldn't even get the words out,