Promise Me - Book Two
* * * Publishers Pick! * * *
Shocked at Danial's betrayal, Sarelle returns to her old home to consider her options. Yet even as Sar plans a reconciliation with Danial, Terian arrives, confessing his desire. When Theo witnesses Terian and Sar kiss, he angrily confronts Sar, leading to startling consequences. Will Sar's heart choose Danial, Terian,…or Theo?
I woke up around midnight, groggy but content, and went into the bathroom. In the bright light, there was blood on my underwear, enough for me to realize my period had started.
God damn it! Were the forces of nature against me? My period had been late, and now I’d gotten it just as I was beginning a whole week with Danial all to myself.
By the time I’d showered and voiced more than a few curse words, I started to cramp. That was expected. I’d broken the cardinal rule to never have vigorous sex the day before a period. I wanted to lie down but Danial had drunk a fair amount of my blood the night before. Instead of resting, I went to the kitchen in search of food and vitamins.
“Sar!” Cia squealed as she ran over to me. “Congratulations! Danial told us this evening that you gave him your oath. It’s almost like a double wedding!”
“Thanks.” I hugged her, trying to ignore my cramps and how much I didn’t want anyone to touch me. “Where are the dogs?”
“Out with Ivan for a run,” she said, laughing. “He says they’re better than him at catching mice now.”
I tried to laugh, but it came out as more of a grimace. “Good.”
I didn’t feel any better even after eating some cereal. If anything, the pain was worse. “I’m going back to bed. Have a good night.”
“Are you okay? You look sick.”
“I got my period today, of all days. It’s no big deal—”
A sharp pain ripped across my abdomen. I crumpled with a gasp. Cia grabbed me before I hit the floor and helped me to a chair. I sank down in it just in time for another pain to hit, shallow breaths tearing out of me.
“Something’s wrong! Call 911! Call Doctor Camlyn!”
She turned and bolted for the phone. I tried to stay in the chair, but my stomach muscles hurt too much to sit up. I slowly eased myself to the floor and stretched out. It was better that way. The pain was manageable there.
“Sar!” Cia screamed. She was at my side in an instant, pulling me up.
I tried to tell her that hurt more, but she either didn’t hear me or didn’t listen.
“I called Doctor Camlyn. He’ll be here in an hour; he said it’s likely food poisoning. He gave me instructions to help you throw up—”
An hour? “Call 911!”