Chapter 15: Sacred Grounds
(Olivia's POV)
I felt my stomach lurch violently as Ethan carried me into my bedroom. The moonlight wine I'd consumed rushed back up my throat without warning.
"Ethan—I'm going to—" I couldn't finish my sentence before the contents of my stomach erupted.
The vomit splattered across his expensive shirt, dripping down onto his pants. Ethan froze, his amber eyes widening with shock before narrowing with disgust.
He set me down on the edge of the bed immediately, stepping back as if I were contagious. The revulsion on his face was unmistakable.
"I'm sorry," I mumbled, mortified and still dizzy.
Without a word, Ethan stalked to my bathroom. I heard water running as he attempted to clean himself up.
When he emerged, his shirt was wet where he'd tried to
