While Kathrine was lost in her own world of warmth and bliss, reality hit Anna like a merciless wave.
The nausea came without warning.
One second she was laughing weakly, head spinning pleasantly, and the next her stomach lurched so violently it stole the air from her lungs. Anna clamped a hand over her mouth, eyes widening in panic.
"Oh no—" was all she managed before she bolted.
Her feet barely touched the floor as she sprinted down the hallway, the world tilting dangerously around her. She barely made it to the washroom before dropping to her knees in front of the toilet, retching hard as her body finally rebelled.
"Anna!" Daniel's voice followed immediately, sharp with concern.
He was there within seconds, one hand pushing her hair back, the other bracing her shoulder as she threw up. Her body shook with every heave, the harsh reality of alcohol replacing whatever false comfort it had given her earlier.
