Chapter 238-8

And he'd been through a terrible ordeal and had experienced horrors that I couldn't even have imagined in my worst possible nightmares. Of course he was feeling out of sorts. Who wouldn't? Without waiting for him to answer, I stepped through the mirror, taking him with me, feeling the sick sluggish resistance of the molten glass, sucking on our skin as if it didn't want to let us go. But then, we were through, on the other side, back to the library, the real library. Books still lay scattered about the floor from where they had fallen from the shelves and the once-roaring fire was now extinguished, not that it mattered. We wouldn't be stopping here. "Come on," I said, starting to cross the room, but he tugged back his hand and remained where he was, his dark brows furrowed in a way that made him look lost and afraid. My heart faltered for a moment, barely believing that he was here and that after all this time, this was really happening. "Where are we going?" he said. I smiled. "Home,"