Chapter 860 - Protection

• Jackson empties his stomach onto the corridor floor, one hand flat against the wall as he presses his eyes shut, his whole body trembling. Because – it can’t be –
• What he saw can’t be true –
• But then why is he reacting like this? He gasps in a breath, turning back towards the figure in the Prince’s arms. He sees it again, though – his eyes moving instantly to the mark high on her neck, still dripping blood – and her strange shifting scent – it hits him like a damn truck.