At that moment he focused on Autumn, who had gripped the skirting of her white robe and taken a step forward, toward Tohr. From out of nowhere, a second bolt of great light broke through from above— But it came not for him. It came… for her. Lassiter’s mind made the connection with the speed and shock of a lightning bolt: She had died long ago. Taken her own life… The In Between. Different for each person. Tailor-made.
