Angel’s POV

( One week later)

Nausea hit me this morning. I could barely get out of the bowl without puking, my nostrils sting of metal and my head a slurry mushy mess. I know getting out of bed late would warrant Simon’s intrusive attention but I couldn’t help myself. Wiping the last out of my lips I forced myself to a warm bath changing into a bulky gown with gathers at the stomach line. The sensitive skin of my nipples were ultra sensitive growing fuller and perkier.

Going downstairs I heaved a sigh of relief to find the house empty of Simon but that doesn’t mean escape because he...