ARTEMISIA

Brushing past me, Emma jetted out of bed and darted into the bathroom.

I wrinkled my nose as the stench of vomit filled the air. The urge to barf as well infiltrated my mind, and I shoved the thoughts aside as well as took in two huge gulps of air.

I couldn't recall the last time I threw up. I was glad the baby in me was at least treating me in a better way than the father.

Sin had become distant again after the initiation ceremony. He had returned to his beastly self, and this time he didn't hesitate to lash out at me.

It seemed my coming...