#Chapter 365 – Bruised or Broken?

“Oh, Ari,” Daphne murmurs, leaning close to me and plopping Mittens into my lap before putting her arms around my shoulders, pulling me in for a hug. “Why on earth could you possibly be worried about Jackson now? He’s fine!” “He’s not fine,” I sigh, leaning against her for a pleasant moment before sitting up straight and shaking my head at my friend. “The last thing I remember before I passed out was Jackson throwing up at the sight of me –“ “He what!?” I nod vehemently. “He got sight of me, Daphne – or scent or something - and just threw up all over the hall –“ “Oh my god.” “I know,” I moan, letting my head tilt back. “I’m just…terrified. What if he can’t stand to be in the same room as me anymore? What if I make him physically ill because I bear someone else’s mark?” I hang my head, starting to tremble a bit at the idea. “What if he doesn’t love me anymore?” “Oh, Ariel, that can’t possibly be true,” Daphne murmurs, stroking a hand soft over my hair. “That boy is obsessed