Damien's pov
Roman had never handed control back so easy or quickly, he knew too well he couldn't help and didn't want to waste time bickering.
Putting my pants on in record time, I held her hair back and rubbed her back as she threw up all she ate… well, barely ate.
I used my shirt to wipe the corners of her mouth when she was done and she got a good whiff of it.
“Your scent is calming” she smiled a little and I took her into my arms.
“Are you okay?” I asked once she'd settled, nose buried in my neck.
“Yeah, a little, I don't know what happened. I was fine one second and then, I was falling” she said, her breathing a little taxed.
“Urg, I'm so tired all of a sudden” she groaned, worrying me more.
“Has your blood work come back yet? It's been a while” Pearl said, reminding me
