Rae's POV
The room was still dim, early morning light just starting to creep around the edges of the curtains.
Killian was spooning me from behind-his arm heavy across my waist, hand splayed possessively over my lower belly, face tucked into the back of my neck.
His breathing was deep and even, warm puffs against my skin every few seconds. Normally, that feeling-his solid warmth, his heartbeat against my back-would have made me smile, curl closer, sink into it.
Not today.
My mouth watered in that sick, warning way. My stomach lurched. Sweat broke out across my forehead and upper lip even though the room wasn't hot.
I swallowed hard, trying to breathe through my nose, but it only made it worse. The nausea rolled again-stronger, insistent. I had to move.
Carefully, so carefully, I
