Claire
Panic surged through me as Jace clutched his head, his breathing ragged and uneven. His entire body trembled like he was trapped in some kind of nightmare, even though he was wide awake.
“Jace—” I reached for him, but he didn’t even seem to see me.
He staggered back, his hands gripping his head like he wanted to tear something out of his skull. “I don’t deserve this—I don’t deserve anything—” His voice was thick with something painful, something raw. “I just want it to stop. I just want to stop existing.”
His words sent a chill down my spine. What was happening? What the hell was this?
To say I was scared was underrated because hell, I felt a lot more than just fear. Terror literally glared at me.
“Jace, no—” I tried again, my voice sharper this time, but he was spiraling too
