Casper was on his feet before the papers finished sliding across the floor.
For half a second, something flickered across his face. Something he immediately buried.
“What are you doing?.” he asked.
I tried to push myself up, but the room tilted. My pain in my stomach was worse this time, like an invisible fist twisting everything inside me. My knees gave out.
Casper’s hand moved toward me instinctively then stopped midair, like he’d remembered himself.
“I’m fine,” I tried to say.
Another cramp tore through me.
I folded trying hard not to scream.
This time he didn’t hesitate.
He caught me before I hit the ground.
“What’s happening to you?”
There was still steel in his voice.
But it wasn’t steady.
“I… I don’t…”
My fingers clutched his shirt. I felt warmth spreading slowly betw
