Thirty-Four Blinding light blazes around us as I shut my eyes and picture the room at the base of the tower in the shadow world. After a moment, I sense a hard surface beneath my knees, and the light on the other side of my eyelids begins to dim. “Em. You did it!” I open my eyes to see Dash in front of me, a bright splash of color against the muted tones of the shadow world. “No need to sound so surprised.” I let go of Mom’s hand. “No, I just mean that I thought someone would stop you. I thought someone—at least one person—would come back with you.” “I didn’t see anyone I know,” I tell him, leaving out the part about someone running toward me as I left. Zed crosses the room, kneels on the other side of Mom, and takes one of her hands in his. “I guess everyone must be busy at the momen

