Chapter 226

Audrey knelt over her chamber pot, retching violently for what felt like the hundredth time since their ship left port. Avery had warned her that the Channel would be choppy, but she hadn't realized just how much it would affect her. She'd glanced toward the cabin window and had seen towering, rolling waves. The ship would sometimes drop as much as twenty feet, and it made her stomach plummet right to her toes.

She wiped her mouth and sat back on the floor of her cabin. Cold sweat dewed on her brow, and she winced as her stomach cramped. She felt like such a failure. What kind of spy became seasick? Or became faint at the sight of blood?

Not a good one.

A knock sounded on her cabin door. She looked toward it, watching the curtains of her bunk sway.

"Yes?" She tried to stand, but her legs shook so hard she fell back down to the floor.

"It's Avery. I wanted to see how you were feeling. The waves have eased a bit, and I thought you could use some fresh air."