Chapter 8 Storm

"How long are we going to be stuck here?" Indianna wondered, glancing up at Greyson. He just shrugged.

"Your guess is as good as mine."

"It's been two hours," she muttered, tugging at her hair in frustration. "I—oh... uh-oh."

"Sugar, are you okay? You look like you're about to—"

"Sick." Indianna...

Login and Continue Reading