Sephora's POV
"Sephora! I need your help now!"
The urgency in Summer's voiceover rode the enthrallment of experiencing the past. Something was wrong and I had to get to him. In the past, when I'd accessed violent scenes from objects, I had always relieved the entire moment, not breaking free until it played out, but Summer wouldn't ask for help unless he was in dire trouble. I concentrated on the book, my fingers around it, the feel of it in my palm. That was real in the here and now. I was standing in the sacred hut and in my hand was the book that contained every secret of this kingdom. All I had to do was open my fingers one by one to release it. I focused on my fingers and pried them loose, allowing the book to clatter to the floor.
At once I was back in the present, the walls sh
