REMI
Something smelled… rancid.
My stomach lurched, catapulting me out of sleep. My body folded, and instinctively, I turned to my side.
“Ah, there we go,” someone said.
“Remi.” That was Calder. I couldn’t say anything because the contents of my stomach made a violent reappearance. A warm hand smoothed over my back.
“You didn’t say she would be sick!” And that was Cullen.
My stomach convulsed again, sending a fresh wave of bile up my throat. I kept my eyes squeezed shut as I let it all out. Calder’s warm touch soothed some of the cramping pain. “It’s okay, baby,” Calder soothed. “We’re right here. Just breathe.”
Slowly, I sucked in a shaky breath. Then another. Each one got a little easier, and the nausea subsided. Without warning, I was moving. The comforting scent of chocolat
