Whatever had been wheeled out on those carts… I needed to stay away from it.
Xaden leaned in close, thankfully having realized something was wrong. “Maeve, you’ve gone pale,” he murmured wide-eyed, caressing my back with slow, soothing strokes. “Do you not feel well?”
Suddenly overcome with strong waves of dizziness, I shook my head with a quiet groan. I could feel my skin start to grow clammy.
From the second the scent hit my nose, I knew what the culprit was.
For some reason, I was highly sensitive to fish and rare-grade meats—an aversion that I was quick to discover while I tried to explore the farmer’s market at Mona Road with Maggie all those days ago—and the table was stacked full of grilled salmon and beautifully cooked steaks of varying degrees. I had never had any problems wi
