VioletMeanwhile, Elijah grabbed me, turned me away from the doors and pulled me against his chest. His body formed a shield between me and whatever I was seeing, solid and warm and real."It's okay," he was saying, his voice urgent but controlled. "You're okay. Nothing's going to hurt you. I'm here."But it wasn't okay. Nothing was okay. Because I could still see her over his shoulder, could see the witch pulling herself further out of the mirror-door, could see her mouth moving in silent words that felt like hooks in my mind.Finish what was started. Free me!!"No," I whimpered, my body growing tired due to the struggle against his arms that might as well have been made of steel.No matter how much I scratched or clawed at him, he didn’t let go.He only pulled me closer, burying my face in Elijah's shirt, wrapping my arms around him with desperate strength."No, no, no."His arms tightened around me, one hand coming up to cradle the back of my head. "I've got you," he murmured, his
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