chapter 15

Gannon The drive to Landeena is tiresome and I miss Abbie already. The car weaves around yet another sharp bend, and I hear Ivy retching in the backseat again. I wince, my hands gripping the wheel tightly when Kyson forces the mindlink. “Pull over, Gannon,” Kyson orders, his tone sharp and I can’t help the snort that escapes me hearing his frustration. “Already on it,” I reply, steering toward the side of the road. I glance at Damian in the passenger seat, who is holding back a smirk. “She’s going to puke her guts out before we even reach the castle,” Damian mutters, crossing his arms. “I don’t why he thought it was a good idea; he should have just commanded her to answer.” I tell him. Apparently Ivy lied to him and the king’s genius punishment was to force her to get drunk knowing she doesn’t drink, or in this case get violently ill. I pull the car to a stop, and in the rearview mirror, I see Kyson hop out, followed by Ivy who all but nearly falls out the door. Damian snickers beside