Gabriela
True to Rose's word, Wren does show up bright and early in the morning.
She grumbles as she rolls out of bed, pushing past him with a shove of her shoulder that barely even moves him. His eyes fixate on me as he hovers in the doorway, causing me to sit up and rub at my eyes.
I'm just about to throw back the covers, figuring that he wants me to join them, when he says, "Food will be brought to you shortly. Do you need anything?"
I open my mouth, about to tell him no, when a wave of nausea hits me. I haven't eaten in days and at the mere mention of it, my morning sickness has decided to rear its ugly head.
Shoving my sheets back, I try to move as slowly as possible as I rise to my feet. The room around me spins while black spots cloud my vision. I've been running on pure adrena
