Winter’s POV

The smell hit me then, rich and heavy, no longer just food but something obscene now that I understood what he meant. My hands began to shake uncontrollably. I stared at the meat, revulsion flooding me so fast my vision swam. My body trembled as if it recognized a danger my mind was still trying to process.

I tried to hold it back.

I really did.

But the nausea surged past my control, violent and sudden. I bent forward instinctively, and the contents of my stomach came up in a ...