Her mouth felt dry, and when she swallowed she caught the taste of vomit. She remembered kneeling by the toilet, wanting Kialah there, wanting someone to hold her hair back, to stop it catching the sickness that erupted from her insides. But there was nobody to help her, as soft warm splashes hit the back of her hands, her palms cool against the rim of the toilet.
She couldn’t remember how she’d made it to the bed.
Farrock said something, she didn’t know what, and bent down, one hand on her bed covers. He pulled them off, and a wave of cold washed over Paskia. Farrock dipped down, and she felt her legs being swung off the bed, his fingers digging into her skin.
She knew he was avoiding looking at her body as he told her to get dressed. Then he sniffed and turned towards the toilet. Ther
