Lexi lunged forward, her hand passing the barrier of the circle. The cold bit into her skin instantly. She slapped the wet plaster over the base of the statue, sealing it into the niche. "Existo vicissim!" she screamed, reciting the final phrase from the journal.

They slipped through a broken window into the balcony. The theater was cavernous and silent, the silence so heavy it felt like pressure on their ears. The air smelled of decay and damp velvet.

Lexi walked around the counter, her heart beginning to hammer. "What did you take, Leana?"