“Contact me again in three weeks Book time,” Arian scowled, abruptly ending the conversation without addressing Tara’s last comment. “We’ll need to be in contact more frequently as our appointment with the Eternity Gate approaches. Got it?”
“Yes, sir,” Tara said, throwing in a mock salute.
My dream consciousness jumped back as the entire mirror shattered then, but Tara hardly blinked. Arian’s image gone, she simply side-stepped to the adjacent mirror to fix her hair, and then calmly exited the restroom.
I drifted forward to get a closer look at the broken mirror. But a soft, distant voice captured my attention.
“Crisa . . .”
I stopped cold. The female voice sounded like it had come from within the mirror. I touched its broken shards but halted when the same voice called out to me from
