Chapter Thirteen
Mike swallowed down the wave of nausea that churned in his stomach. That damn portal should come with a warning label that said ‘Intense, swirling colors may cause nausea and disorientation’. He took a deep breath when he felt Marina’s hand on his back.
“I’m okay,” he muttered, taking another deep breath and slowly straightening.
“The Sea King,” Marina murmured.
“Oh s**t,” Mike said, freezing when he saw that they weren’t alone. Not only were they not alone, they were surrounded by a large group of people. He rolled his shoulders, wincing when he felt his stomach twist in protest for a moment. “Marina…”
“I know,” she responded in a soft voice. She wiped the dampness from her cheeks and turned until she was facing the tall figure standing on the platform above them. “Y
