Chapter 39
- Olivia’s POV
- The acrid taste of bile rose in my throat as I rolled over, my hand instinctively reaching for Elroy's warmth. Instead, my fingers met cold sheets, and I jolted awake. If Elroy was awake then I had overslept, and I had too much to do for that kind of irresponsibility.
- A groan escaped me as another wave of nausea hit. Great. Today was shaping up to be a disaster, and I hadn’t even left the bed yet.