The crack in the Mirror realm looked too small to fit through. A thin line of light. A hairline fracture in reality. It trembled under our hands like it was alive and terrified of us.
Jax gripped my wrist. His palm burned against my skin. Not painful. Anchoring. He pressed his other hand against the glowing split. His pulse beat fast and hard, shaking through his entire arm.
“Push with me,” he said quietly.
The chamber behind us groaned as if it knew we were tearing ourselves free of it. Blue light bled across my vision. I felt the pull of the realm try to drag us back. A low ringing filled my skull. My body felt stretched thin, almost transparent. I wondered if leaving this place would tear me apart atom by atom.
No. Not wondered. Feared.
I pushed anyway.
The crack split open like a
