Emily's POV.

I woke up on a Wednesday morning with this weird taste in my mouth. Like metal and sour milk had a baby. It was sharp and disgusting and I hated it instantly. I blinked twice, disoriented, then groaned into Cole’s chest.

"What’s wrong?" he murmured, voice hoarse with sleep, his hand tightening around my waist as he pulled me closer.

I tried to answer, I really did, but my stomach twisted violently. Panic surged through me, and before I could get a word out, I was throwing the covers off, legs scrambling off the bed, and rushing straight for the bathroom.

Cole was right behind me, barefoot and...