#Chapter122
Get Up
Even from here I can see he's sweating, his forehead blushed and shiny and the underarms of his white jacket are beginning to darken with excessive body heat. He's in a state of panic, and I look around expecting his staff or the guards to come flooding down, suddenly worried about why. My own nerves hitching as my stomach ties itself in knots, and I end up flat to the window, palms pressed by the sides of me against the glass, heavily breathing as I watch, anchored to my spot.
Maybe Sierra is crashing… maybe all I was to do was witness her die. God no, please, Colton needs to see her one last time. She can't die…. he needs her!! I can't stand the thought of him losing her without saying goodbye. I need to know what I'm supposed to do now.
