Before we left we told the Warlock we wouldn’t be making a decision just yet, and that we needed time to think about it, he gave us two more days like he had the right to set an ultimatum and made us disappear before we could even remember to ask about the others.
When we got out of the portal the three of us were surprised to see our bodies laying on the floor in my grandfather’s study, meaning we hadn’t really travelled through the mirror, but instead our souls had.
Which is just weird because we didn’t feel or look different.
We struggle out of the study on unsteady legs for whatever reason and got back to my room before we talked about everything we just learned.
“So, all in a vote of working with the warlock from our nightmares?” I ask, throwing myself on my bed with a grunt, a
