Mina's POV
"Are you okay?" Deacon reached over a concerned look on his face.
Forcing herself, she somehow managed to swallow the sip of swill he was calling coffee.
"Y-yes I am completely fine," She managed a weak smile, putting the mug down on the coffee table and gently pushing it as far away from herself as possible.
"Is it not good?"
"No it's fine I am just - " Cutting herself off, she shot to her feet, rushing out of the room and into the small powder room on the main floor.
Skidding into the little bathroom, she managed to make it to the toilet just as she emptied the contents of her stomach. Fast and rather violently she emptied her stomach into the toilet until she was dry heaving.
"s**t, Mina, I'm sorry," Deacon rushed into the bathroom.
A large warm hand gently rub
