#Chapter 360 - Protection

Jackson empties his stomach onto the corridor floor, one hand flat against the wall as he presses his eyes shut, his whole body trembling. Because – it can’t be – What he saw can’t be true – But then why is he reacting like this? He gasps in a breath, turning back towards the figure in the Prince’s arms. He sees it again, though – his eyes moving instantly to the mark high on her neck, still dripping blood – and her strange shifting scent – it hits him like a damn truck. Jackson gags again, turning away, working hard to keep from retching. “Clear this hall!” Rafe roars at the handful of cadets standing in the hall and peeking around the edges of their doors, staring fascinated at the tiny figure in his arms. Ben, standing with him, likewise snarls at the crowd. “All of you - either get in your room or go find Jesse Sinclair! Fucking now!” Jackson’s shoulders shake as he pushes himself up from the wall and he takes a deep breath. He turns towards Rafe but he can’t – he just