As far as rides went, this was probably the worst Fiona had ever taken. She spent most of it focused on nothing but the ground ahead, breathing through her nose, stubbornly refusing to acknowledge the nausea roiling in her stomach, or the way the ground tried to swim up to meet her on a regular basis. If Lachlan could make it despite his injured state, then so could she.
She couldn't give Adler the satisfaction. She couldn't do less, for Teague.
The moment they stopped, she stumbled off her bike and towards the nearest wall, leaning a hand up on it and emptying the contents of her stomach on the ground. She wiped a shaking hand over her mouth, then stepped over to the door, pale, trembling, and in pain, feeling as if she might pass out any second.
It had been a long time since she hadn't pushed her Gift so far, and she was paying the price, now.