Reckless (Mirrorworld 1)

Fox looked at him apprehensively as he reached for the ropes.

“We leave as soon as I get back with Will,” Jacob said.

“Leave? For where?”

But Jacob was already climbing up the swaying ladder.

The tower room was bright with the light of the two moons, and his brother was standing next to the mirror. He was not alone.

The girl stepped out of his embrace as soon as she heard Jacob behind her. She was prettier than in the photos Will had shown him. Lovesick fool.

“What’s she doing here?” Jacob felt his own rage like frost on his skin. “Have you lost your mind?”

Jacob brushed the elven dust from his hands. It worked like a sleeping potion if you weren’t careful.

“Clara.” Will took her hand. “This is my brother. Jacob.”

He said her name as if he had pearls on his tongue. Will had always taken love too seriously.

“What else has to happen before you realize what kind of a place this is?” Jacob barked at him. “Send her back. Now.”

She was afraid, though she tried hard to hide it. Afraid of the place that could not be, the red moon above her — and of you, Jacob. She seemed surprised he actually existed. Will’s older brother, as unreal as the place she found herself in.

She took Will’s blemished hand. “What is that?” she asked in a halting voice as she stroked the stone. “I have never seen a skin condition like this.”

Of course. A medical student — Look at her, Jacob! She’s just as lovesick as your brother. So lovesick that she even followed him into a whole other world.

From the rafters above came a scraping sound, and a scrawny face peered down at them. The Stilt who had bitten Jacob on his first trip behind the mirror could not be driven from the tower, but its ugly face quickly disappeared behind the cobwebs as Jacob drew his pistol. For a while Jacob had borrowed guns from his father’s collection, but at some point he’d had a gunsmith in New York put the workings of a modern pistol inside one of the old-fashioned shells.

Clara stared, dumbfounded, at the glinting muzzle.

“Send her back, Will.” Jacob tucked the pistol back into his belt. “I won’t tell you again.”

Will had by now encountered things that were more frightening than a big brother, but finally he did turn around. He brushed the fair hair from Clara’s forehead.

“He’s right,” Jacob heard Will whisper. “I’ll come after you soon. It will heal. You’ll see; my brother will find a way.”

Jacob had never understood where all that trust came from. Nothing had ever been able to shake it, not even all the years during which Will had barely seen him.

“Let’s go.” Jacob turned around and went toward the hatch.

“Go back, Clara. Please,” he heard Will say.

But Jacob had already reached the bottom of the rope ladder by the time his brother finally caught up with him. Will climbed so slowly, it seemed he never wanted to reach the bottom. Then he stood there, looking at the elven dust on his hands. Deep sleep, enchanting dreams — not the worst gift, but Will wiped the dust from his fingers as Jacob had shown him. Then he touched his neck. The first traces of pale green were already showing there, too.

“You don’t need anybody, right, Jake?” His voice nearly sounded envious. “You were always like that.”

Jacob pushed aside the ivy.

“If you need her so much, you should leave her where she’s safe.”

“I just wanted to give her a call. She hadn’t heard from me in weeks. I didn’t think she’d follow me.”

“Really? And what were you waiting for then up there?”

Will had no answer for that.

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