POV: JASMINE
I got worse as the sun went down. At first, I thought I felt this sick because it was just a few more hours left for Alaric to seal his fate with another woman. But as the clock ticked away, I realized it wasn't just emotional. It was physical, too. By the time I finished getting dressed for the occasion, my hands were trembling. My vision swam in and out of focus. Every little movement I made felt like wading through wet concrete.
Celia had offered to stop by. She said she'd braid my hair and fix my lashes just the way I liked. But I told her we'd meet at the venue instead. I hadn't seen her since our last conversation about Alaric–and after everything she told me… I didn't know how to face her. Didn't know how to face myself. Didn't even know what I was still angry about… I was exhausted.
The moment I stepped into the car, the motion made it worse. My stomach twisted. My hands turned clammy. My head pulsed behind my eyes like a second heartbeat. Something was wrong.
