Chapter 11

Nora sat on the ugly yellow couch that I found so offensive.  Her body was tense with anticipation.  “You may not care for this couch, Esmerelda, but it’s super comfy.”

Lance looked at me with mock dismay.  “You don’t like the couch?”

I shook my head. “I hate the color.  It doesn’t go with the room.”

“Maybe not, but it acts as a mighty fine anchor for the mirror,” he replied.

“The mirror needs an anchor?” I gasped as I realized how little I knew about what we were about to do or the procedure in doing it.

He nodded before giving his attention to Nora.

Handing her the enchanted necklace, he went over what she was to say and the tone in which she was to say it several times to make sure that she had it right.  One mistake could lock me in the past forever.

I had no idea why he didn’t just bring me back, himself, when it was time,