"What are you doing!?" Eve hissed.
"Carrying you?"
"Put me down!" she demanded, irritated at his sudden actions. First, she did not need saving. Second, how dare he carry her without her permission? And third… What was with this speed?
Everything around her turned to a blur until he came to an abrupt halt. Strangely enough, she did not feel any whip-like snap that she felt when Lucius carried her in the past.
To her surprise, however, the sensation came just as she thought about it.
The abrupt stop had taken its toll on her stomach. It was simply too much for her body to bear.
She retched and before she could stop herself, expelled vomit towards the Prince.
"Ugh…"
Realizing what just happened, Eve's eyes grew wide with shock and horror. Her face turned pale as she stared at the mess that stained both her and the Prince's clothes.
"I—"
