The scent of roasted garlic hit me like a punch to the stomach. I was mid-stir at the stove, trying to be helpful for once in the kitchen when the nausea slammed into me. My knees buckled, and I dropped the spoon with a clatter, one hand flying to my mouth as I sprinted toward the sink.
Behind me, Adriana’s voice floated in, far too cheerful for someone witnessing my demise.
“That sounded dramatic. Should I grab a bucket or a priest?”
I groaned over the sink, willing my stomach to behave.
“Neither. Just… kill me quickly.”
Adriana leaned against the counter, biting into an apple like we weren’t seconds away from me vomiting again.
“You’ve been sick three mornings this week. And now mid-afternoon. Something you want to share with the class?”
“It’s just something I ate,” I muttered.
“Uh-huh.”
She took another bite.
“Or maybe it’s someone you mated.”
I turned slowly.
“That’s a very inappropriate accusation.”
She grinned.
“Not when you’re glowing.”
“I’m not glowing. I’m sweaty and p
