Iris fell to her knees after stepping through the portal which Lulu created with chanting, spillage of her own blood then blowing black powder against the wall and smearing her blood in it. Iris’s head was spinning with the worst vertigo she’d ever experienced, and she felt the urge to vomit as she gasped for breath.
She felt Oakley dropping to her knees beside her rolling on her side and groaning with discomfort.
“I can never go back because I’ll never do this again,” Oakley whined as she gagged hard and then dry-heaved.
“Don’t puke,” Iris begged. “If you puke, I will.”
“This is worse than the time we got really drunk in your apartment on the tequila,” Oakley moaned rolling onto her back to stare at the sky. “Why is everything moving around so fast?”
“You get used to it,” Barb laughe
