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fireball punched a hole the size of a shield through the monster’s midsection, but instead of the monster’s insides spilling onto the outside, suspiciously shaped blobs plopped wetly onto the floor.
    Suspiciously shaped like the monster they’d fallen out of.
    Oh hell.
    Then Mychael was there, pushing me and Piaras toward Carnades’s mirror, away from the monster population explosion taking place before our eyes. Tam’s spells and Imala’s steel were trying to keep up, but some of the little buggers were getting past them.
    Suddenly things seemed to slow down to the point thatwe had all the time in the world to get through that mirror. I knew it hadn’t, and I knew we didn’t; it was just my mind’s way of giving me a little more time to figure out how to survive the next few seconds.
    “Go!”
    Justinius Valerian roared that command and gathered his power for another strike. He probably had more power than anyone or anything in this room combined, but he couldn’t keep up that kind of attack for much longer. He knew it, and he didn’t care. What he cared about was getting us through that mirror to Regor.
    “I’m not leaving you!” Mychael shouted at the old man.
    “The hell you’re not!”
    He was right. We had to go. The attacks in the city, the mirrors, the Khrynsani, and the monsters—they were all here in Mid to keep us from getting to Regor. Either we made it and got that rock out of Sarad Nukpana’s hands—or no one was going to make it.
    Carnades was opening the mirror.
    I got a throwing knife in my hand. If Carnades made a run for it without us, he wasn’t going to be alive when he got to the other side.
    “Fall back!” Mychael shouted.
    I told myself that Justinius and the remaining Guardians could handle this. Reinforcements would come charging through what was left of that door any second. I didn’t believe that and probably neither did the old man, but he was doing it anyway. He’d sacrifice himself if necessary to ensure that we got to Regor.
    “I can’t hold it!” Carnades screamed.
    We had to go. Now. Piaras was going with us. We had no choice and neither did he. The Khrynsani had earplugs, and the monsters didn’t have any ears. Piaras had Sarad Nukpana’s sword fighting skills, but he didn’t have the battlemagic skills to survive this. Though I didn’t know what would be worse: to stay here with the goblins and the rapidly growingmini-monsters, or dive through that mirror to possibly be ambushed by Sarad Nukpana and his sadistic Khrynsani.
    Both sucked. Both were unavoidable. Choose one or the other; there wasn’t a third option.
    Prince Chigaru’s two bodyguards put themselves between the prince and the Khrynsani. One guard took a crossbow bolt to the chest that’d been meant for Chigaru.
    The other was poised to plunge a dagger into his prince.
    I drew breath to scream a warning. I needn’t have bothered.
    Imala saw the bodyguard move.
    She moved faster.
    The goblin never knew what hit him, and died staring at his prince, dagger still raised to strike, confusion in his dying eyes.
    “Jabari?
No!
” Chigaru screamed in disbelief and denial.
    Betrayal was contagious as hell today.
    Another bolt came out of nowhere.
    Carnades spun to face it as if he had eyes in the back of his head. A nimbus of glittering frost formed in front of this hand, deflecting the bolt and sending it slamming into the chest of the goblin who’d fired it.
    The shooter wasn’t aiming at Carnades.
    He was aiming at the mirror. Our mirror.
    More Khrynsani crossbows were raised, all with one target—a mirror they were hell-bent on shattering.
    Mychael stood back-to-back with Carnades, shielding the elf mage while he worked frantically to stabilize the mirror.
    Tam shoved Imala and Chigaru through the mirror, and all but threw Piaras toward it.
    Mychael didn’t turn and look; he knew I was still there.
“Go!”
he screamed.
    Tam’s hands gripping my shoulder made sure that this time, I’d do