The four of them stood next the hotel bed like it was an altar and Guns and Roses was the thing being worshipped. Or feared.
The book lay innocently on the white duvet, its cover glossy and smug, Cassian's face staring back up at them like it knew something they didn't. Elias had the irrational urge to shove it under a pillow and pretend none of this was happening.
Ashley was the first to move. She perched on the edge of the bed and opened the book carefully, as though it might bite.
Clio, meanwhile, turned fully to him, eyes bright and feverish in a way that made my skin itch.
"Start from the beginning," she said. "The first time you entered the book. What were you doing right before it happened?"
