“Do you see it, Harlow? The two paths you can take. Choose one.” I was about to reply when a strange sensation washed over me. Like I was suddenly being watched, even as the pain in my ribs faded and the emptiness began to subside. Typhon knew I was off grounds. His anger snapped through me and fruck me, he was close. This . . . this was not going to go well. “We’re in deep sheet,” I whispered.
