Chapter 10
Maggie’s hair whipped into her mouth as she spun through the vortex. Her elbow struck stone as the tunnel twisted. The rushing air stole the gasp of pain from her throat.
The tunnel curved again and again, arching around obstacles Maggie couldn’t see through the churning wind. Her stomach rolled, and she shut her eyes against the movement, willing it to be over.
You’ve survived the Academy, and battles, and Bertrand Wayland. You will not vomit on your own cleavage.
The air around her changed, spinning her at a slower rate. Maggie dared to open her eyes just in time to see a bright light flash above.
Instinct told Maggie to brace herself to be shot into the sky, but she didn’t know what bracing might help. Before she could decide if throwing her arms out would save her life
