Chapter 75

"I told you that you weren't wearing enough. Come on. Let's get you to a hospital," Asher said, reaching for Juliet's wrist. "Asher." A hand shot out, stopping him before he could touch her. Zachary was on his feet. He was just a head taller than Asher, and as they squared off, the air between them seemed to hum with an equally suffocating intensity. "Jules is just tired. She doesn't need a hospital," Zachary said. His voice was as gentle as ever, but his eyes were cold, lacking any warmth. He continued, "Besides, you've just been smoking. The smell will only make her feel worse." Asher glanced from Zachary's hand to Juliet, who seemed fragile and pale as she huddled in her chair. "She's..." Before he could finish, Juliet abruptly stood. "Please, excuse me. I'm not feeling well. I need some air." In the restroom, she turned the faucet on full blast. Juliet leaned over the marble vanity, her hands trembling as her stomach churned violently, but no matter how hard she tried, sh