Chapter 740 This Family

• Blake
• It’s late afternoon when we finally return to Moonrise. Marianna slumps in my arms as I spirit us directly into my suite, which is dark, the curtains pulled, and the blinds closed to the outside world. Rain pelts the windows. I lay Marianna in my bed, and she groans, blinking wearily up at me while her skin flushes a pale green.
• “How do you people travel like that without throwing up every time?” she rushes out, trembling.