The farther we went, the less we saw. The air became brighter and heavier and wetter, until suddenly my feet came to the edge of the weathered planks — and what appeared to be an impenetrable wall of fog. “Is this the Great Barrier?” I squatted down, touching the place where the wood ended. My hand felt nothing. No invisible Caster stairwell. Nothing. “Wait, what if this is like a dangerous force field or some kind of poisonous smoke?” Link pulled out his shears and gently pushed them into the mist, then yanked them back, perfectly intact. “Or maybe not. Still, pretty creepy. How do we know if we go through that we're going to be able to come back?” As usual, Link was only saying what the rest of us were thinking. I stood at the end of the bridge, facing the nothingness. “I'm going through.” Liv looked insulted. “You can barely walk. Why you?” Because this whole thing is my fault. Because Lena was my girlfriend. Because I might be a Wayward, whatever that is. I looked away and found myself looking at Lucille, her claws digging into Ridley's shirt.
