One year later, after Vayra found her mate...
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I've been puking all freaking week, and I have an idea why.
The scent of the spiced tea Seth just brought me—usually my favorite—sends a fresh wave of nausea rolling through my stomach. I push the mug away, swallowing hard against the bitter taste in my mouth.
"Still not feeling well, my love?" Seth's voice is laced with concern as he kneels beside our bed, his hand coming to rest on my forehead. His touch is cool and soothing, a stark contrast to the feverish clamminess of my skin.
"It's just a stomach bug," I murmur, though the words feel like a lie on my tongue. This isn't a bug. I know it. My body knows it. The constant fatigue, the tender ache in my breasts, the way my senses are screaming at me… It’s all horr
