Grace's POV:
The bus jostled and tossed us around. I clung onto the seat.
"So Bayron," Rachel glanced at our guide, "where you taking us?" Bayron licked her lips.
"Ask Genesis. He's the one driving." She nodded her head toward the front. The old man glanced at us from the rear view mirror.
"We be heading to the Lost City. This ain't nowhere known by WICKED. We'll be safe there."
"I'd like that..." Julie mumbled. We all had our legs sticking out in the aisle of the bus. Well except for Skylar, who was sitting on the inside seat with Ashlyn on the outside. He seemed focused on the window. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Meson reach out for Julie's hand. They intertwined fingers, but no one said anything.
"So Grace how are you?" Rachel tried to make small talk.
"Well I just watched the love of my life plummet off a cliff, so ya know, the usual." I glared at her.
"I'm sorry about that..." Ashlyn looked guilty. It wrenched my gut to see her like that.
"It's not your fault." I scowled. The bus went quiet.
"What's her deal?" Bayron whispered to Theo.
"Grace has secrets." Ashlyn responded, stretching out her legs and resting her head on Skylar's shoulder. I laid back in my seat, resting my arm over my face and gripping onto the seatbelt. I managed to drift off to sleep on the bumpy trip to who knows where.

The bus slowed to a stop. I rolled off my seat and hit the dusty floor with a thud.
"We're here!" Genesis stood and wobbled down the bus steps. I lifted my head and could see pink clouds outside the windows. Pulling myself out of the wedge I was in, I followed my friends down the aisle. We unloaded into the sand. I scanned my surroundings, and saw the sun set beneath a towering gloomy city.
Bayron took the lead.
"Welcome to the Lost City."