The Blackhood home

Previously

…She stood up, her legs shaking, her heart pounding. She walked over to Rossi, checked her pulse, her breathing. She was alive, just unconscious. Eleanor picked up the broken mirror, the shattered pieces glinting in the dim light. She looked at her reflection, fragmented, distorted. And in the fragments, she saw something: a door, a room, a box that was not the one she had used. Alistair had left something behind. A backup plan. A final resort. She just had to find it before the Devourer did.