Chapter Eight
Darlene’s grip on the barrier was slipping. Her strength drained quickly and she wasn’t sure how much longer she could keep it. The real world was coming back into focus. Rosamund was weakened as well, holding onto Darlene’s hand but on her knees next to her, sweat across her face. The snow fell heavily now and the wind was so strong that Darlene couldn’t make out what was happening in the battle below. She heard one long howl that sounded so much like Idris she shuddered.
The entire barrier surged forward slightly before the spirits began to fade. Their strength also waned. They couldn’t stay in the mortal plane anymore. Darlene fell to her knees, feeling the barrier fall apart. The dark shapes began to move toward the bar. Jacob was still alive – she just knew it.
Rosamu
