AQUAMARINE'S POV

As we rode I could not stop the queasy feeling in the pit of my stomach. My throat burned, and my mouth was bitter. My body was starting to ache and I could see little black spots dancing in front of me.

It was already high noon but we hadn't even gotten to his pack yet, even though we traveled through the night.

I stared at my trembling hands. "What's happening to me?" I muttered, and then my stomach made a very disturbing sound. I needed distraction from the burning ...