Phoebe's POV
I wasn't sure what was happening to my body, but the morning sickness had become routine. Every dawn brought the same churning in my stomach, the same parched throat that felt like sandpaper.
I'd quit taking the poison, but maybe it was already too late. The damage might be done.
"What's happening to me?" I splashed cold water across my ashen face. My cheeks looked sunken, like I hadn't eaten in days.
Perry had mentioned last night before drifting off that he'd take me to the Crimson Moon pack today. I had no clue what we'd be doing there.
Dizziness swept over me, my stomach still rolling, but after standing still for a moment, the nausea slowly retreated.
Darkness still cloaked the world when I emerged from the bathroom. Perry remained fast asleep. I lingered at the bathroom doorway, watching the sleeping king.
The fruit knife caught my eye from the corner of the room, and a wild thought blazed through my mind.
