3rd Person
“We have to get ‘way from her before she can split us up.” Riley fretted, exchanging worried glances with her siblings.
“How can we ‘scape though?” Paisley countered. “The doors are locked!”
They were locked in the back of yet another windowless van and speeding down the King’s road, which connected the tropical port to the Southern Isles’ capital city. They knew from eavesdropping on Anita and her goons that they would reach the royal palace within a few hours, and by then it would be too late.
“We should tell her we have to go potty,” Parker suggested, “then she’ll stop and we can run away.”
“I dunno if she’d stop for that.” Ryder added skeptically, “I think she’d just say to hold it.”
“Say you’re gonna be sick then!” Riley mused, “I bets she’ll believe you after how s
