Chapter Eight(17)

‘Thirty-three minutes to blow-up.’ She pronounced, her tone flat now, much like the coolness she had exhibited on their first meeting. The seriousness in her eyes calmed Cecy oddly.
‘I’m going to combine the two worlds. It might be a bit dizzy, but I promise it will be over soon.’ Lydia closed her eyes in concentration, and Cecy hastily took hold of one of the daggers hanging on her waist. The cold metal grasp could always anchor her when she was concentrating.