Book Six: Chapter 163

The scene became a smear as the northern lights gobbled up the darkness, and Jack closed her eyes to block out their brightness. She could see the vortex through her eyelids, which disoriented her. She stumbled forward, opening her eyes to see that Freya’s body was gone. There was a spectral figure standing where Freya should have been, a place where the northern lights were refracted as if through a prism.

“No, stop, I don’t want to--” She was cut off when Mike pushed her forward, causing her to collide and merge with the spectral body. More memories ripped through her, showering her with different images until she was back in the mirror chamber beneath Santa’s Workshop, contemplating Freya through the glass.

“Finally.” Freya tilted her head back to look down her nose at Jack. “I was wondering how long it would take you to get here.”

Jack didn’t respond. Her head felt as if it would burst, each memory a seed that had grown into a tree. She was living through each