Alexa

Mrs. Geeny meant business when she said the mirror portal connected to the Southern Star Club. She connected us to the mirror in the men’s changing room. When I stepped out from the purple light, people had gathered around the fight ring area. The staff I recognized, including Jo, helped to apply first aid to the injured.

I kneeled down next to Harlow while checking his condition. His right arm was bleeding from the elbow. Nothing remained but the cloth wrapping the wound.

“Let me perform a healing ritual on him,” I said, my heart pounding fast.

“Are you crazy? No matter how powerful you are, you won’t be...