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Viviane raced us back through the portal. This time the journey was like going on a roller coaster ride. The air pocket made it feel as though we were climbing up and racing down the track at the same time. The energy pummeled my body and roiled my stomach.
I held Morgan tightly in my arms, trying to take the brunt of the motion. She had enough to deal with on her own. Her hands bled all over my shirt to mix with Geraint's tomato stain.
Her body trembled. Her mouth opened, gasping for air. She dry heaved. Then her hacking and wheezing took on a wet, gurgling sound. I leaned her over as she became violently ill.
Hopefully, there was a housekeeper for the ley lines. Or would Viviane have to come back and clean this up? Or maybe Morgan's upchuck would simply dissolve into the energy an
