Bella
Nausea rolled over me as we steppe through the mirror and back into Faith’s attic bedroom. Bending at the waist I clutched at my stomach. Heaving as I gulped down huge lungfuls of air and tied not to throw up all over my shoes.
Drake came to my side instantly, his cool hand rubbing circles on my stomach. “Just breathe Bella.” he coaxed, I wanted to retort with something sarcastic, to tell him that I was breathing, but I was just too busy trying to keep my dinner down.
“It’s always hard the first few times but you get used to it.” He added with a rueful grin as I glared at him.
Get used to it? I didn’t want to get used to it. But then again I didn’t really want to be back here either. Which was strange because this was my home.
“I’m ok.” wiping the back of my han across my m
