Chapter 89

  Tyson POV

  Amanda snarls down at Ryker before moving from the room, Avery quickly chasing her and on her heels before gripping her arm.

  "I know where she is," Avery says, gripping her arms and making her stop, Aamon chasing after Avery.

  "Then what are we waiting for? Take me to them," Amanda snarls, gripping Avery's arms tightly.

  "Nothing," Avery says, gripping my arm, and I hear Aamon scream out to Avery when I feel the room fizzles and Zap as we misted, the vacuum suction spitting us into the new surroundings, and we were suddenly in a vineyard. I look around, and Avery clutches her knees, and I grab her arm, but Amanda is already stalking off down the rows.

  "You alright?" I ask Avery, and she nods, trying to catch her breath before standing upright, blood gushed down from her nose, and she wipes it with the back of her hand.