What? What is he talking about?
His words don’t match up with his attitude and demeanor from before. It makes my blood run cold, the pounding in my head intensifying even more so I can no longer ignore it. I wince, cringing when it feels like my head is about to explode, but Jasper doesn’t notice. He looks exasperated as he walks us out of the water, then sets me on the sandy shore in the cave in a confused heap.
“Wait here. I need to check something,” he mutters, then leaves the same way we came, leaving me dazed and in pain.
The pounding and throbbing in my head doesn’t give me the opportunity to think too much about his reactions, because it really does become crippling. Just moments after he leaves, I fall over, holding my head tightly in both hands while crying out, and then what
