Chapter Thirty-Eight

-Aria-

The red stoned ring! She was wearing the ring on her finger. What is going on?

I blinked my eyes rapidly and swallowed a lump in my throat. Or was I mistaken? I recognized the ring because how could I ever forget the memory that flashed in my mind about Jasmine’s death? It looked just like it.

Prisca did not notice the look on my face as she unpacked the food she had brought from the basket while I just kept staring at her in what felt like fear and shock all in one. But I did not have the time to think further when a sudden nauseated feeling hit me and salty saliva gathered in my mouth.

I held my stomach and ran to the bathroom to throw up.

“Jasmine,” Prisca called out, running after me. I threw up and leaned on the wall, gasping for air.

“Jasmine, what is it?” Prisca asked with concern on her face, placing her hand on my shoulder. I recoiled unconsciously, moving away from her touch.

“Jasmine…” she looked worried.

“Did you put garlic in the food?” I finally found the strength