Ellie’s POV
I took my first bite of the beef tartare, expecting it to be just as delicious as everything else had been tonight — only to be met with a hint of sweetness that quickly turned bitter and left my tongue feeling oddly numb.
I dropped my fork, staring at the plate as an uneasy feeling settled over me. Something was very wrong. I discreetly spit the food into my napkin, not swallowing any of it.
I felt a wave of nausea, but it passed quickly. I looked around the room to make sure no one had noticed my reaction, worried that it was simply a sudden wave of morning sickness that made the food taste wrong — but then I noticed Felicity.
She was across the room, surrounded by her usual group of followers, but her eyes were undoubtedly fixed on me — and the look on her face unsettle
