During the reception, all eyes were locked on us but my mind was elsewhere, not only the dizziness, a strong nauseous sensation within me grew that I barely controlled.
The scent of the expensive floral arrangements, thousands of lilies, the scent of meat, suddenly felt highly unsavory. The room tilted dangerously for me.
"You are pale, Kristine," Zayne murmured, his eyes tracking the way my breaths hitched. He brought us extremely close, helping me to stand.
"Is the victory not as sweet as you imagined?"
“I.. I am fine,” I managed to lie but it was not convincing enough.
"Your steps are stumbling." He countered, his grip tightening until it was the only thing keeping me upright.
“Yeah, I don’t want to dance anymore,” I mumbled, lowering my gaze, glancing at him expectantly.
He saw
