Kiara awoke with the mother of all headaches. As she sat up, her stomach pitched, objecting to the tiny movement. She put a hand to her protesting stomach as she stood slowly to her feet, her head swimming with the action. Kiara glanced around, frowning in confusion. What the hell had she gotten herself into and where was she? She wasn’t at home, safe in Cullen’s arms, that was for sure. Kiara spotted the door across room and felt her legs turn to jelly at the thought of crossing the large span from bed to exit. Ignoring her revolting muscles, Kiara pushed to her feet and shuffled slowly over to the door. By the time she made it there, her stomach was rolling wildly and her head was
spinning in circles. She sank weakly to the floor, pressing her face against the cool wood. Once the dizzi
