Chapter 21 THE MIRROR THAT BREATHES

Darkness pressed in, thick and sudden. Lora’s hand shot out, found cold glass. The room hummed once—soft, mechanical—and the air changed. The faint smell of ozone filled her throat.

Behind her, Elise whispered, “Lora?”

“I’m here.”

The glass warmed beneath her palm. A pale glow began to rise from the...