Liana POV
I sit silently next to Axel as he tells his father about us, but I do not listen. My headache from this morning has returned with a bang.
It is unlike anything I have experienced before – including a migraine. There is a disturbing murmur of voices in the back of my head while some i***t is going apeshit on drums at my temples. And to top it off – nausea keeps coming and going in waves.
I close my eyes and take soft, deep breaths.
“Hold on, son,” Grant interrupts Axel’s story. “What’s wrong with her?”
“Liana,” Axel turns to me and cups my face, but it is too painful to open my eyes. “What’s wrong? Talk to me.”
“Just a headache,” I try to sound nonchalant, but I am failing miserably.
“Since when?” He asks concerned as he picks me up. “Why didn’t you say anything?”
“It just
