Through the cloudy glass pane, he could see a narrow stairway leading upward. When he tried to step closer, he caught a glimpse of her inside, standing three stairs up, staring out at him.
Chapter 3: Supergirl, an excerpt
Except he couldn’t step closer. It was like an invisible barrier existed between him and the doorway. It wasn’t something he could feel; his hand met no resistance. But when he tried to move his foot forward, it would not go. He could step sideways and backwards, but could not move closer than within three feet of the entrance.
So he stood there, looking at her. She seemed to waver in an emerald mist that undulated and sent out wisps of green smoke along its edges.
You’re why I came, he wanted to tell her. I belong here. I don’t know why, but I belong here.
“You’ve got to let me in,” he whispered.
A familiar, unwelcome wave of nausea shuddered through him, a parching sickness in the pit of his stomach. The door was now immediately in front of him.
The girl’s eyes widened. She mouthed something, ran forward and jerked the door open.
“How did you do that?” she asked. “No one’s ever… Who are you? What do you want?” She put one hand up and Eric felt pressure as if something were pushing against him. “Tell me.”
A shadow crowded his vision, moved in as he lost focus. “I don’t know,” he said. Then darkness flooded him like black ink spilled in bloody water.