The stairwell spun beneath my feet.
One second I was stepping down the cold metal steps. The next the world ripped sideways and a spike of pressure slammed into my skull so hard my knees buckled. My hand slipped on the railing. Frost cracked under my fingers.
Then the vision hit.
Not gentle. Not drifting. Violent. Like someone grabbed my head and shoved it face first into another reality.
I stumbled and gasped. The stair vanished. Darkness swallowed me.
Jack appeared in front of me.
He lay in a circle of symbols carved into the floor. Silver lines. Blood streaks. Geometric shapes that buzzed with cold magic. His body was twisted like he had been dropped or thrown. His chest did not rise.
A chain wrapped tight around his throat.
My pulse spiked. I tried to reach him, tried to move,
