Iris's POV

I stayed in the bathroom until my hands stopped shaking and the worst of the queasiness faded to a low, oily threat. When I finally unlocked the door Chloe was waiting in the hallway, arms folded, worry written all over her face.

“You okay?” Chloe asked. “You went white.”

“I'm fine, I stood up too fast.” I forced a small smile even though my stomach still felt unsteady and the bruises on my thighs throbbed from how tightly I’d been holding myself. “I should head home. I’m clearly not as recovered as I thought.”

"Text me when you get there and if you start feeling worse again, call...