Alana felt so nauseous. She couldn't fathom why since she had been fine on the first plane when they were coming, but this one was different. Alana felt a deep feeling of dread and perdition. Maybe it was because she was going to the island of fear.
The island of fear. Even the name itself gave her fear. It was no wonder that it was named that.
From the corner of her eye, she caught Lucius laughing at something Alex said to him.
She sighed. Since she had insisted on coming along, Lucius had avoided talking to her for even a second. When she'd kissed her brother goodbye on the head, she had caught him glaring at her with so much anger that she felt guilty and tried to approach him, but he just walked away, leaving Alana no way to talk to him.
Now, he was just simply acting like she
