Sienna’s POV
Even later that night, I still couldn’t get Archimedes off my mind. The way his mask sparkled in the light, all of that enigma wrapped up in one man.
Begging for me to figure it all out.
I stood staring at myself in the mirror above the sink, starting to feel really sick. A wave of nausea so intense poured across me, almost debilitating me.
My palms were slick with sweat as I fumbled with the sink, splashing cold water on my face. My stomach twisted like a rag, an acidic taste rising into my throat.
I’m going to throw up.
The floor was cold as my knees slammed onto it, and I barely made it to the edge of the toilet before puking my guts out.
Yes, I was stressed. In fact, stressed was an understatement.
I could be sick from my wound, t
