Emily's pov
I'd always hated winnowing: with all the connections Clayton had with the witches' world, he'd often forced me to use it, knowing full well that it made me sick. That, combined with the pregnancy and being back in the hands of that beast ... there was no way for me to keep yesterday's dinner in my stomach as soon as we landed.
I don't know where I found the strength to do it, but I pushed myself out of Clayton's grip and slumped to the ground, vomiting everything on the carefully mowed lawn.
Tears of sickness, fury, panic, and pain rolled down my cheeks.
I couldn't believe it.
I couldn't believe Clayton had actually manipulated Mark, forcing him to hand me over to him… I couldn't believe I ended up back in the hell I'd run away from. Just as I had found happiness and a goo
