Chapter Seven
“AIIEEEEEEEEEEE!” THE word, more of a scream, really, came to an abrupt halt when I hit something soft, but solid. I shook my head, and pushed up, finding myself lying facedown on the sort of mats that gymnasts use, and looked around the room. I had an odd tickle in my nose like I was going to sneeze, but other than that, nothing seemed to be out of place. “So that’s a portal. Wow.”
A small brunette woman with a pink bow sitting on top of an elaborate 1960s hairstyle stepped forward, and said in a voice heavy with a French accent, “You must move, yes? There is another coming, and he will land upon you.”
“Ack!” I leaped to my feet and spun around looking for the nearest exit. “That blasted thief taker Savian! I’ll be damned if I let him hand me over to—” I stopped, hearing
