Ryan woke to the sound of breaking glass.
He was out of bed before his eyes were open, his scar blazing silver light. The cottage was dark, the windows shattered, and the garden beyond was a chaos of shadow and red light.
The fragments were screaming.
He ran outside. The garden was torn apart—the silver door cracked, the black flower crushed, the ground covered in shards of mirror and glowing debris. The fragments were huddled together, their red lights flickering with terror.
"What happened?" Ryan demanded.
One of the fragments pointed toward the forest. "The door. The door of pure light. It opened again. Something came through."
Ryan's blood went cold. "The Old Ones?"
"No. Something else. Something that was waiting."
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Mira appeared beside him, her silver eyes blazing. "Dada,
