Chapter Ninety Three

Gwen.

I was lucky to wake up early the next morning even though I still felt like a walking zombie.

I walked groggily to the living room and almost screamed when I saw a tiny figure lying on the floor.

My eyes went to the time and saw it was just past six so what was he doing here this early?

And on the floor?

I went closer to him and patted his cheek to wake him up but discovered something strange.

His face was cold and his breath was coming out slowly and was almost non noticeable.

‘What’s wrong with him?’ Panic rushes through me as I think of the worst.

He was fine hours ago so what could have gone wrong all of a sudden?

“Jace,” I called softly tapping on his cheek.

He did not shake, nor did he answer my call.

“Jace, what wrong boy?” I asked worriedly tapping his face again and again.

I picked him up from the floor and took him the the nearest couch, he still didn’t make any noise.

I watched in horror and lost on what to do, what should I do. I have no idea, I do not know