Rome, Italy.
Carlos pov:
"What the hell happened?" I asked, concern evident in my voice as I watched Alliana finish throwing up in the toilet. She rinsed her lips with water before responding. "What does it look like to you? I clearly threw up," she said, her tone sharp with irritation.
"Are you sick?" Vex chimed in, his brow furrowed with worry. Alliana shook her head. "I guess I just fell asleep instead of digesting first," she explained, her voice a mixture of exhaustion and frustration. Just then, Montero entered the bathroom, his expression filled with concern.
