The oxygen tank was small, but it was enough to help me.

Slowly, the pain in my heart subsided with every breath I took, and I started to come around.

I opened my eyes and saw Jackson standing by the bed I was in,

a frown on his face. I was confused and a bit stunned.

Was it Jackson who had saved me? And where was I?

Had the person who’d once tried to k ill me just saved me?

I pulled the oxygen mask away from my face and struggled to get up from the bed.

Jackson pressed me back down and said, “Don’t move.”

I pushed his hand...