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Maybe she was crazy, maybe she wasn’t, but the blood on Eve’s head and her sore throat convinced her to listen. “I’ll go pack.” “Nothing from your world can cross the rift but you. And the walkers because they were made of you.”

“I waited too long, and our time has expired. We must leave. Now.” “Leave for where?” Eve croaked, her voice raw after the thing’s attack. “Across the rift. I will take you to King Selenium.” “And if I don’t want to go?” “Then the walkers will kill us both.”

The shadow leapt at her, tossing her across the floor. Her head slammed into the leg of a chair, and her vision blurred with her own blood. The shadow pressed its hand to her throat, but the white-haired man was there, slashing it in two. She could breathe again.