Chapter 92

Maeve's POV

I picked up dead branches and dried firewood quickly. Suddenly, I felt a churn in my stomach.

"What's wrong?" Rocco, who was gutting the fish, strode toward me.

He squatted on the ground and looked at me.

I retched a bit was all. Stroking my stomach, I said awkwardly, "Nothing. I'm just feeling a bit uncomfortable."

"Does it hurt a lot?"

A drop of water fell on my cheek. I looked up in