Demetrius wasn’t smiling, but she could still hear the amusement in his tone and wanted to smack him for it. “I’m not going to puke.” Abby leaned against the trunk of the tree, waiting for the world to right itself. In the Ways, she couldn’t tell up from down or that there was solid ground under her feet. Demetrius hadn’t been bothered by the Ways at all. Of course, he had been traveling them all his life, but she still wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of seeing just how badly her mind had been tossed around on their short stroll. By the sounds your stomach is making, I think you’re going to puke, Tawa said. “I’m. Not. Going. To. Puke.” To prove her point, Abby straightened up and pushed away from the tree. She swayed a bit, but held herself up. Walking, well, that was going to be another story. “It’s a wonder you’re still conscious and sane. The Ways have driven humans to worse things than puking in the grass.” Demetrius smirked a bit this time. Abby opened her mouth to yell at him for not telling her that information before taking her into the Ways, but she snapped her mouth shut.
