Sarah
Nausea made my stomach roll and my throat contract more and more as Bats bike ate up the road. The further we went, the worse it got. It took everything I had not to beg him to pull over so I could lose my breakfast into the bushes.
But somehow, I managed it.
When the bike finally stopped, I sucked in lungful’s of air and tried to steady myself. My eyes lifting to the sprawling building in front of us. My eyes widened as I took it all in.
When Bat had said that he was taking us away somewhere I had expected something simple. A bed and breakfast by the ocean. A nice city hotel at a push but the building in front of me could only be described as a stately home.
A really old, really posh house. The kind the kings and queens of old probably spent their time in.
Turning
