Kaira's POV.

"I, uh…" I started but stopped halfway, unsure how to continue. How was I supposed to tell Damian that I suddenly felt like throwing up, right after saying the food was fine? He’d probably think I was lying about the taste, pretending to save the chef.

My stomach twisted again, and my face followed, scrunching up in discomfort as the thought ran through my head.

When I looked up, Damian’s eyes were already on me. They widened slightly, waiting for me to finish my sentence, ...