Anita stood at the edge of the Fox Realm’s spirit gate, her chest heaving, she was already feeling the weight of the decision she was about to take pressing down on her. The world around her glint, ethereal and distant, like a dream on the brink of fading away. The air was so heavy, filled with the energy of ancient magic but that didn't quench the anger that was burning in her heart.
She has no time on negotiating, no time to waste on begging. Every step she took to this moment and the realization of what Jace was about to sacrifice had made her heart break in ways she didn’t even know were possible.
“Where is he?!” Anita demanded, her voice cracking from the desperation that boiled beneath the surface.
Lyra appeared in front of her, cloaked in a shining veil of silver and blue, her eyes was as cold as the moonlight that reflects on the realm.