Chapter 85

Arya

“Arthur!” I scream, then I rush towards him trying to hold him up as he nearly falls to the floor, right on the shards of the wine glass. “Arthur, what happened?”

Just as I ask that, his skin begins to heat up. The kind of heat that is more than feverish, like an actual fire is starting to burn right under his skin. I don’t release him and just continue to hold onto him, tears running down my cheeks. I know that letting him go would be more helpful than anything, but it feels like if I do that, something much worse is going to happen.

I feel like if I let him go, I would somehow end up losing him forever.

“Arthur,” I whisper, caging his cheeks with both of my hands and staring at his face.

And to my absolute horror, his eyes start to roll back in his head.

“Mrs. Ellis!” I yell, my voice cracking and shaking. “Mr. Ellis! Something is happening to Arthur. . . .”

Levi’s parents immediately rush towards us and they both gasp when they see Arthur. But then he starts convulsing and sha