I've never felt the urge to vomit so hard in my life. I wanted to throw the f**k up. Better yet, I wanted to throw up on him.
Brent tilted his head and peered down at me with a feigned look of concern but his eyes screamed deranged. "What's wrong, baby?"
My heart lurched forward in my chest at the pet name. I used to love it when he would call me that, but now it made my skin crawl. My body shook uncontrollably and it hadn't even occurred to me that Eli was crouched in front of me until I felt the pressure of his hand gripping my thigh.
"Breathe," he commanded coolly, catching my hand in his and rubbing small circles with his thumb. I frowned and looked down at him like he had grown two heads. I was breathing so why was he telling me to-
I gasped loudly as air infilt
