Annabel moved away from the window, letting the curtain fall. Watching the people in their strange clothes, the moving metal boxes, and even the tall buildings with flashing lights and giant moving pictures was making her dizzy. She was still having trouble coming to grips with being in the living world, among actual people, not being chased by wraiths or fighting the others.
She hadn’t expected to ever come back here.
There was no doubt in her mind that Larson’s escapades through the veil had woken him up from his slumber. And if not, then the ripples of the tear would soon do that. Every action and every decision had consequences, and when the supernatural was involved, those consequences usually were of epic proportions.
She flopped on the bed, sitting in the center and crossing he
