Selena crashed back into reality with a violence that knocked the breath from her lungs. One moment she was falling through the dissolving chamber of mirrors, the shard embedded in her chest burning with cold fire, and the next she was on her knees on the obsidian platform, gasping for air that tasted of ozone and ash. The mirror shard was still there, protruding from her chest like an accusation, showing that terrible future on endless repeat.
But there was no time to process what had happened in that impossible place. The world she had returned to was chaos.
