Chapter 37

“Jareth?” I touched his shoulder and sank down beside him on the bed. This wasn’t about me and Rion, it couldn’t be. “My God, what’s wrong?”

“I think I have it,” Jareth whispered.

His voice was thick, like it is when he first wakes up. “Have what?” I asked, but I knew what he was talking about. The bottom of my stomach fell out and suddenly my breakfast was in the back of my throat. I’ve never felt so sick in my life. “This isn’t funny.”

“It’s not a joke.” He pulled down his sock and showed me a raw blister on his heel. The skin was torn, angry and red. “Those new boots are a size too small. I thought I could deal with it but look. Look what they’ve done to me.”