The left half of Dorman came into view as he shifted his feet. He’d been standing beside the doorway. His arms were crossed over his chest, and he still wore that baseball cap. He shrugged. “You’re welcome to try.” He was so close, I felt as though I could reach out and touch him.

Cautiously, I brought my hand up to the wall. I held my breath and pushed forward. And met no resistance. I pulled my hand back and stared at it. It had passed straight through the wall up to my wrist.

This thing I’d created—it wasn’t merely a window to the Tent District. I wasn’t restricted to watching Nik and Dorman’s meeting; if I wanted to, I could go there.

Nik must’ve spotted the movement, because he was suddenly staring at me.

I sucked in a breath and froze.

“What?” Dorman glanced over his shoulder, then returned to looking at Nik. “What is it?”

“I thought I saw—” Nik shook his head, but his eyes didn’t leave the doorway. “It was nothing, I’m sure.” So it seemed that they couldn’t see me, even though I could see them. Could hear them and, if I wanted to, reach through and touch them. It didn’t seem possible.

A slow grin spread across my face. “Holy fucking shitballs.” It didn’t seem possible, but it was.

I spun around and ran to the closet housing the washer and dryer, yanking the doors open and pulling my clothes from the dryer. I dumped them all on the floor at my feet, picking up first a pair of underwear and pulling them on, then doing the same with some jeans. I hopped on one foot, then the other as I put on my socks, then strapped on my bra and topped it with a tank top. I shrugged into my sweatshirt, zipping it up as I hurried to the couch to grab my leather coat. I retrieved my boots from the bedroom and shoved my feet into them, doing a hasty job of tying the laces.

After shutting Eva away in the bedroom, I rushed back to the doorway on the wall, snagging Dom’s compact and snapping it shut before stuffing it back into my pocket. I paused at the wall, staring at the drawing that was so much more than that—it was an actual gateway to another place—and took a deep breath. And then I lunged through the wall.

Almost as soon as I crossed the impossible threshold, Nik was on his feet, a vine of At shooting out of his palm. That vine of opalescent otherworldly material wrapped around my waist, holding me back.

Nik’s eyes rounded, a tentative smile touched his lips. “Kitty Kat?” A second later, he let out a bark of laughter, dissolving the vine of At and releasing me at the same time. “I knew I saw something.”

I smoothed down my sweatshirt and coat, patting the pockets to make sure everything that had been in there still was. “Nice greeting,” I said, not meeting his eyes. I felt the extreme urge to not make eye contact with him, though I didn’t know why. Instead I looked at Dorman, who was staring at me, eyelids opened wide and a hand to his chest. “Sorry if I startled you,” I told him.