“Eww. so"

It was too late for Blayze to act. Sabrina had expelled the contents of her stomach in a torrent.

Her attire, the pristine bed linens and even Blayze's own clothing bore the unsightly marks of her distress.

A pervasive odor of sourness hung in the air.

Without a word, Blayze promptly shed his coat and sweater, flinging them a considerable distance away.