Something was wrong with me . . . As a fierce wave of sickness roiled within, an anchor dragged my heart down. The tea. Sudden tears ran down my cheeks. My desolate eyes met Ronan’s, and my words reeked of betrayal. “You poisoned me.” One of his “fucks” hit my ears before he shot out of his chair and caught me by the waist just as my legs gave out. With my back to his chest, he shoved two fingers down my throat. I gagged on them, then threw up on his hand and the marble floor. He did it again, and again, until nothing else came up, and I begged him to stop.
