SOPHIA’S POV
Jace held my hair away from my face as I threw up air and stomach juice.
“You haven’t eaten all day?” he asked.
I shook my head as the sensation came over me again. He left and came back with a mint gum pack.
“Here, have some,” he said.
I took the pack from him with trembling hands and popped one in my mouth. The cool sting of mint rushed down my throat, but it did nothing to wash away the taste of bitterness clawing its way up.
Jace crouched beside me, his eyes searching my face. “You look pale. Have you been feeling like this all day?”
“On and off for some days now,” I muttered, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. “Probably stress.”
He didn’t look convinced. “Stress doesn’t make you this sick.”
“Then maybe it’s the guilt everyone has been trying to force d
