Book Three: Chapter 43

Oliver’s nostrils flared, smoke emanating from his nostrils, forming tiny, curling wisps that rose into the air and vanished. Beneath his feet, his shadow stretched into something monstrous, ready to pounce at a moment’s notice.

“What manner of woman are you?” Oliver hissed.

“I’m the best fucking estate agent you will ever meet. Ixiar Tobish Anuit,” Beth said, careful to pronounce it correctly. She stepped forward, falling into the reflecting pool. Passing through its surface, she fell into the reflected sky, falling up past the clouds. She heard a roar of rage from below, Oliver now trapped on the other side as she spiraled toward the tunnel in the sky. Crawling higher and higher, her descent wasn’t slowing. She fell faster and faster, the air rushing past her ears, her nightgown billowing around her as she tumbled in circles. The mirrored surface of her room appeared at first as a bright light at the end of a long tunnel, growing closer in a hurry. Closing her eyes jus