“Wait. Wait. Take my charm pouch.” Digging in her pajama pocket, Cleo pulled it out, pushed it into Sonya’s. “Wait!” she said again as Owen started to step forward.
“What now? Silver bullet, wooden stake?”
She grabbed his face in her hands, kissed him. “Bring each other back.”
“Wouldn’t have it any other way.” With a firm grip on Sonya’s hand, he waited for her nod.
As he stepped through the glass, she glanced back, then followed.
The mirror swallowed them.
“Oh my God, oh my God.”
Cleo pressed both hands to the glass as Yoda whined and pawed at it.
“They’re just gone. What the hell do we do now?”
Trey stared at the mirror as if willing himself to see the other side.
“We wait.”
The heartbeat from the Gold Room stilled, and silence fell over the manor.