The Oracle's eyes had turned completely white. No color left at all. She looked blind but moved like she could see everything. She was drawing strange symbols on the basement floor with ash from burned plants.
"This is dangerous," Smith said again. He was mixing herbs in a silver bowl. The smell was awful, like something dead. "The shadow realm doesn't like to let things go."
"I don't care," Tamara said. "Theo is my brother. My twin. I'm going to save him."
Kai grabbed her hand. "Let me come with you."
"No." The Oracle kept drawing. "Only the Bridge can walk between worlds. Anyone else would die right away."
"Define right away," Marcus said from the corner.
The Oracle smiled. It was creepy when she smiled with those white eyes. "She'll probably live."
"Probably?" Kai squeezed Tamara
