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the speed increased, we caught up with the others and even surpassed them. The further we went the chiller the air became, even the day darkened unnaturally, my heart nearly leaped into my arms on sighting what was before us. A long endless bridge, carved with skulls, some in their wolf form, some in their human form, the bridge rumored to have no end. “You can't be serious. It actually exists” I muttered, “forged from the bones of everyone who failed to pass,” Cain’s voice turned solemn, “Aria, shut your eyes,”

Caleb rested a hand on her shoulder. "No one is offering anything." I rose and faced Lira again. "But we need to understand what we're dealing with." I crouched in front of her. "Lira, have you seen this place before? The mountain? The Keepers? Is it something you saw in a dream?" She nodded. "Only the edge." She hugged the blanket tighter around herself. "There's a bridge made of black stone. It goes over a crack in the floor. There's red light underneath it."

Because she was still feeling it. That second presence. Watching. Waiting. And now— Closer. Amber slowly lifted her head. Her eyes fixed on the land ahead of them. And for the first time— She understood something terrifying. The bridge hadn’t just been an escape. It had been a threshold. And whatever was waiting on the other side— Had been expecting her. Watching. Waiting. Far beyond the bridge. Her breath caught. And in that moment— Her control slipped. Just slightly. The creature surged forward.

I didn’t know how long we had been riding, or how I had managed to fall asleep pressed against Fenric, but the stiffness in my neck suggested it had been a while. When my vision finally cleared, I found myself staring at a stone fortress rising high into the sky. Towers stood guard at each corner, their banners stirring in the breeze. The entire fortress was surrounded by water. A moat. Then my attention shifted to the source of the noise. A massive wooden drawbridge was lowering before us. Thick chains groaned under its weight as it descended, the heavy structure inching toward the opposite bank. The sound was deafening. I watched in fascination as the bridge finally settled into place with

It stopped in mid-air, suspended in the void. "Glass?" Braun squinted. "No," Sebastian realized. "Crystal. Ancient, tempered crystal. Perfectly clear." "This is the Bridge of Souls. Only those who believe can walk on air." "Or those who don't look down," Jack grunted. Sebastian looked at the wheelchair. Then at the invisible path. "I'll carry Catherine," Sebastian said. "Jack, take the chair. Braun, don't faint." "Harper, you lead. Follow the flare."

Multiple tendrils slide slowly out of the tear in the sky, curling through the air like massive fingers exploring something fragile. The watchers step back. Even they look uneasy. The voice speaks again, softer now. “You have created a bridge.” The tendrils drift closer. My heart is racing. “What kind of bridge?” I whisper. The darkness pauses. Then answers. “Between our world.” The tendrils move closer still. “And yours.” The plane shudders violently. Large sections begin collapsing into the void below. Aaron backs away quickly. “Okay, that sounds like the part where we run.” Dylan glances around.

“In the corridor. By the offices.” I kept my voice even. “Did you.” “He nearly stepped on me. He was looking at his phone.” A pause. “He said sorry.” “That was polite of him.” “He asked what I was reading.” Ethan shifted, pulling his blanket up. “So I told him.” “What were you reading?” “The bridge book.” He yawned. “I told him about the wind thing. How the strongest bridges are the ones designed to move a little. He said he didn’t know that.” Another pause. “He seemed like he should know that.”

At one end of the spa, there was something that looked like a rustic hot tub made out of stone, and only one thought popped into Max's head. "Wow, all that's missing is a cow coming to drink right over our heads." Liam turned to her with sparkling eyes, and she saw the laughter already dancing behind them. "What did you just say?" he asked, short of breath. "I said all that's missing is a co—" Max stopped, frowning. "Wait… is that something I've said before?" "No, it's something I said—about the tub at that little inn in Norsethorne," Liam murmured. "That place was special to us. That's why I tried to recreate it here."

EVERYTHING. They’d ask too many questions if we didn’t put it all out there. So Bridge and I and Layla sat them both down and told them the truth. About the mafia… about the rat … everything. They both cried a lot. But they wouldn’t say anything. I knew that. They’d come and seen her and brought flowers and balloons and cards. Bridge had stayed here for two days straight and I had to make her go home and rest. Soon as she left she came back ten minutes later with a huge stuffed reindeer. It’s sleeping in the bed with Emery now.

We got to a meadow where I could see the grasshoppers migrating around the fields, he held one of my hands as we paced quickly then we went through an ancient bridge where i witnessed some beautiful sceneries, at this point i just trusted my guts that Tyler hasn't lost his sanity and truly believed that his surprise was worth it. They were fine swamps around with flamingos flocking around, immediately we were off the bridge, we both looked ahead and saw a house on the hill, the house looked like a slaughter house from what I deduced but I left all doubts aside, Tyler got to the door and opened it like he owned the place. “What is this place?”