Chapter 24

Thalia POV

"We'll go with the first one," Ryker cuts him.

"Of course, sir," the clerk smiles. He hurriedly stamped our tickets and gave them to Ryker, thanking him again.

I smile discreetly as we stand at the stop to the board, and within a minute, a long silver train rolls in. It looks new and expensive.

"Princess," Ryker gestures towards the entrance with a serious, "A train?" face.