Aria
I should be asleep, but the horrors of earlier cloud my mind whenever I close my eyes. The castle feels half-dead after the mirrors took Garrin. Liora hasn't spoken since. Even Kael went quiet, which is worse than his teasing. Silence always means the Game is thinking.
I can't sleep. My mind won't let me.
The moonlight spills through my window. I lie on my side, watching the way it catches across the mirror opposite my bed. My reflection is faint in the pale light, but it is nothing strange, nothing wrong.
Until it moves.
I freeze. My reflection doesn't mimic me. It lifts its head when I don't, eyes widening in terror. Its mouth forms a soundless plea, and then the surface of the glass ripples like water. The sound that follows is soft but unmistakable; a river runnin
