Chapter 365

• Nausea rises quickly, and spins my head before I can grasp control. It is as unexpected as the last time I fainted and fueled by the instant carnage of his words.
• “Whoa, Emma.” He grabs my arms as I crumble, and he rights me against him, the familiar feel of his body and touch acting like an anchor for my spiraling mind, stopping me from entirely blanking out.
• “Sit,” he barks and quickly moves me around the arm and onto the couch, drawing me in beside him. I grasp my face and sink my head between my knees, pushing the tilting sensation away, trying to stop the overwhelming urge to throw up.