Zeke stood stiff, puke dripping down his jacket. His jaw was locked so hard it looked almost painful.
Sylas was still looking away.
"That's what you get," Theo murmured after she was done, "Now, you stink,"
Sylas turned to her sharply, "We are leaving, now!"
"No!" Zeke growled, "I'm taking him. Touch him and--"
"Oh for crying out loud!" She half-yelled, glaring at both of them, "Can't you not argue for once? Seriously, you both sound like divorced couples fighting for custody and I belong to no one!" She snapped, then clutched her head again in pain, "It's only getting worse,"
Zeke pointed at her, "Stop talking,"
She giggled and slowly looked up at the ceiling, "Everything is spinning. I think I'm floating,"
And then, her face turned pale again and she gagged.
Theo stumbled to the side, gripping her stomach.
"Not again!" Zeke hissed, palming her face and turning it the other way.
"He's not coming near me," Sylas stepped back instantly.
