Chapter 22
Miss Zenobia wasn't wrong. The spell to bring me back across time appeared incredibly simple for her. I barely had time to shift my awareness to the world of threads before I was hurtling down a long tunnel from the very distant past towards the last place I had been standing in time.
It wasn't as narrow as the wormhole, and yet I was moving through it so quickly I couldn't sense anything outside of it. I did feel the way it kept collapsing behind me. If I slowed down even for a second I would be caught up in that destruction. I would be lost.
But I wasn't the one in control of how fast I was moving. That was Miss Zenobia. At first, it was like she was holding my hand, and Juno was holding my other. But the further along the tunnel we traveled the more Zenobia started to fade
