#Chapter89
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.
