Cathy watched the boy weakened as she drove him home and neared the house. She held her hand to his forehead, but he did not seem to have a fever. He just looked exhausted, much more than usual.
As she watched him enter the house with his shoulders hanging loosely and dragging his feet, she wondered if it was just fatigue or something else that was ailing him. She started to worry about him.
"Please don't leave." But when he begged her, she was convinced she should stay at his side, dismissing the nanny assigned to care for him for the night.
Presently, standing by the door, showing her brother what she had witnessed still made her skin crawl with an unknown fear for the boy. She did not understand what was happening to him. She had not seen anything like this before.
She had not been around for centuries compared to Jace, but she had lived longer than an ordinary human. She had seen many things during those times, but nothing like this.
