Elene wanted to say something, yet, at that precise instant, her stomach churned and bile rose to her throat. Forrest knew what she needed and brought the vase to her face.
The Princess grabbed the ceramic edges, and the sounds of her emptying her stomach followed. Forrest held her hair, letting her lean into him so she wouldn't fall and balancing the vase with his free hand because he knew she wouldn't have the strength to do it. His mate threw up over and over again until there was absolutely nothing left in her.
"There," he helped her back to the bed. "Now you need to drink another potion, and it will work the remnants of the poison out of your system."
"I am— royal," she muttered under her breath. "Will— not die."
"Still, let's not take any chances," Forrest suggested and poured an
