CHAPTER 245

Jack took in her pale skin, so translucent he could see the blue cast of her veins beneath it. Her eyes were red-rimmed, and she moved jerkily as she tried to sit up revealing an open bottle of pills beneath her body.

“What the fuck, Dianna,” he growled, jumping away from her. Flashbacks of seeing Kara in similar states had him backing away from Diana as his anger built, overtaking his panic and worry.

Dianna squeezed her eyes closed and groaned as she tried to lever herself up to a sitting position. She slumped back against the vanity, her eyes still closed and her breathing labored.

“I’m…sick,” she whispered.

Jack snorted. “Sick? Or high?”

She opened her eyes and frowned up at him. “High?”

He reached over her and flung open the medicine cabinet, revealing her bottles and packets of medication.

“High,” he growled. “Are you on drugs, Dianna?” He slammed the cabinet doors and turned away from her, running a hand through his hair as he tried to make sense of what he was se