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“You never made it past?” I tested each of the words on my tongue to see where I might have gotten confused or slipped into an alternate reality.
“No.” Eric glowered at the chasm as though the depth blocking his path were a personal affront.
“So you’ve fought shadows, mist Ladies, and magical kidnappers, and a hole in the ground stopped you?” My words came out more like a cry for help than a question.
“If you think you can do better, then please, go ahead,” Eric said.
“No, I…” I stared at the endless pit of black, my insides freezing at the thought of it. “It just makes the hole sound really awful.”
Devon chuckled behind me. “Evil hole of death.”
“Okay,” Elizabeth said bracingly, stepping up to the edge of the cliff and sliding her hand into mine. “You couldn’t get across by your
