The Clandestine Saga
“Now, it’s time to pay the price, bitch.”
“Please, Jesus, help me,” Jasmin managed to whisper, praying it would all be over quickly. A sharp pain in her throat took her breath away, and she began to choke, sputtering out drops of blood with each cough. She closed her eyes, pressing them tightly against the pain, the inexplicable horror, the shock that this was actually happening to her, and concentrated on the face of her mother, remembering the hug and smile she’d left her with the last time she’d seen her, a few days ago. As the world began to fade away, Jasmin Brown muttered two last words, softly: “Sorry, Mama.”