Lucille POV
"I don't feel well." I whispered the words even though no one was inside the room with me.
Azazel had left earlier to deal with the palace security, while Marek had promised to return later. I had been lying on the bed, hoping the discomfort would disappear, but it only became worse.
I sat up and placed a hand over my stomach. "Please, not now."
I had barely eaten since coming to the demon realm, and I told myself that was the reason I felt sick. I stood carefully and walked toward the bathing room. A warm bath might help, I filled the basin and lowered myself into the water, trying to relax.
For a few minutes, nothing happened then another pain moved through my lower stomach, stronger than before. I grabbed the edge of the basin and called for Marek but no one answered.
