Marissa leaned forward. "What reason?"
"That's what I need to find out." Isadora sat again, her tone determined. "This bracelet—it's the key. You remember it. From the museum?"
"Yeah," Marissa said, eyes narrowing. "The one you snuck onto your wrist because you thought it would make you look mysterious for that date?"
Isadora almost smiled. "Yes. Except it didn't just make me look mysterious—it transported me across dimensions, woke up something dangerous inside me, and connected me to a kingdom I'd never even heard of."
Marissa shook her head. "You hear yourself, right? You're talking about magic and other worlds like it's a Netflix plot."
"I know," Isadora admitted. "But it's real. And if I'm going to go back… I need to understand exactly what this bracelet is, who made it, and why it brought me there."
Marissa crossed her arms. "So, what's the plan?"
