~Jennie’s~

“There she goes again,” one of the maids gasps.

I don’t even remember standing up. I just know the moment I try to reach the hallway, my vision tilts sideways and my knees buckle. The world spins, tilts, then just drops. My elbow clips the doorframe. My palm slaps cold marble. My ribs press against the floor and I wheeze, choking on breath that won’t stay in my lungs.

“Oh my God—Jennie!”

That voice is Leo’s. Loud. Rushed. Terrified.

Another voice crashes behind his. “O’Neal?” Of course. Reo.

I blink up as the hallway swims in and out of view. Their faces appear above me like some chaotic, overfunded...