We went in together.
Thessaly insisted on being present in the physical room as an anchor, which Caelan agreed to without argument, and Oryn stood at the door with the expression of a man who would have preferred to accompany us and understood he could not.
Caelan and I sat facing each other on the floor of his study, which was the room with the deepest blood lock connections in the upper castle, which Thessaly said would make the anchor point more stable.
She drew a containment circle around us in silver chalk, not a ritual circle, a navigational one, something to keep our physical location coherent while our awareness traveled.
“The In Between is not passive when you enter with a second consciousness,” Thessaly said. “It will respond to both of you simultaneously. If it shows you di
