Chapter Four: Beneath the surface of silver
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Eliora had always believed silence was peaceful.
But ever since Kael whispered her name from behind the glass, silence had become electric. Thrumming. Heavy with presence.
It wasn’t just a voice in her head anymore. It wasn’t just a flicker in the mirror.
It was him.
Kael.
She knew his name now, and ever since it left her lips, he came more boldly, lingered longer. They hadn’t touched—not really—but there were moments she swore she felt his breath, warm and slow, ghosting along her collarbone. His voice wound around her spine like silk ropes. There was heat, and pressure, and longing. And it was all growing harder to resist.
Eliora stood barefoot before the tall mirror in her bedroom, the one with the gold filigree frame that hummed softly beneath her fingers.
“I know you’re there,” she whispered.
The glass rippled, and there he was.
Kael’s face, as sharp and solemn as ever, emerged from the shimmer. But this time, his hand was pressed flat to the glass. Waiting.
She stepped closer.
“How is it possible?” she asked. “You’re not alive. You’re not dead. You’re something in between. What are you?”
Kael’s lips curved slightly. “I’m yours.”
Her breath hitched.
“Don’t say things like that.”
“Why not?” he murmured. “You want it. You feel it too, don’t you?”
“I don’t even know you.”
“But you do.”
He lifted a hand, and this time, Eliora didn’t hesitate. She pressed her palm to the mirror. Glass against glass. And she gasped.
Because it didn’t feel like glass.
It felt like skin.
Warm.
Rough.
Real.
She jerked her hand back, eyes wide. “What the hell…?”
Kael didn’t move. He looked just as stunned as she did.
“The veil’s thinning,” he said quietly. “It’s because of you.”
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That night, Eliora didn’t sleep.
Instead, she brought a pillow and blanket and laid them in front of the mirror. A candle burned low beside her. Kael appeared soon after.
She asked him everything—who he was before, how he ended up here, how long he’d been trapped.
“I lived here once,” he said. “Long ago. My father… he was a man of science, but also superstition. He built the mirrors. Not to see into them—but to trap. He called them ‘silver coffins.’”
Eliora’s fingers brushed her lips. “So you’re not the only one?”
“No. But I was the first. I… wasn’t what he wanted me to be. I wasn’t obedient. I fell in love with someone he disapproved of.”
Her heart thudded. “Who?”
Kael’s gaze flickered. “A girl who looked at me the way you do.”
The air crackled between them.
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The days blurred. She no longer left the house. Why would she? Everything she needed was already here. Or maybe she was losing herself. Maybe Kael was a sickness, and she’d already passed the point of cure.
But it didn’t feel like sickness.
It felt like devotion.
The nights grew hungrier.
Kael whispered her name like a prayer. Sometimes, he would hum something soft and low, something that made her thighs press together. Sometimes she would wake in the middle of the night drenched in sweat, the sheets tangled around her legs, heart pounding because she felt him—touching her in her dreams, mouth brushing over her thighs, his voice saying wicked things against her throat.
“I can’t take it,” she whispered once, half-asleep before the mirror.
Kael leaned in. His mouth was inches from hers. “Then let go.”
She almost did.
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One evening, after a bath, she returned to her room in nothing but a silk robe. Her skin was flushed, her braid loose. She didn’t mean to seduce him.
But when she passed the mirror—Kael groaned.
“You’re driving me insane.”
She smirked, stepping close. “Good.”
Kael’s hand touched the glass. His eyes devoured her. “Do you know what I would do if this mirror weren’t here?”
Her body responded before her mind did. Her breath caught. “Tell me.”
“I’d pin you against the wall.”
Her knees weakened.
“I’d kiss you until you forgot your own name. I’d taste every inch of your skin.”
“Kael…”
“I’d make you beg, Eliora. And I wouldn’t stop until you screamed it.”
Her robe slipped from her shoulder.
“Touch yourself,” he whispered.
Her lips parted. “You’ll watch?”
“I’ll feel it.”
She slid to the floor, back to the mirror, hand tracing slow paths down her stomach. Kael’s breathing grew ragged.
She moaned his name.
And behind her, the mirror glowed—white-hot light.
Kael’s hand broke through.
Not fully. Just his fingertips.
She gasped, shuddering. Her fingers froze.
“Kael?”
He looked as stunned as she was.
“I… I didn’t mean—”
The mirror cracked.
Just a line—thin and splintering—across the top corner.
And Kael screamed.
He vanished.
Gone.
“KAEL!” she cried, slamming her palms against the glass. “Kael, come back!”
Nothing.
No shimmer. No voice.
Silence.
She backed away, her legs trembling, the robe forgotten around her waist.
Then—
From the hallway—
A sound.
Footsteps.
Real ones.
Not from the mirror.
From the house.
Her blood went cold.
Because she was alone.
Wasn’t she?
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To be continued in Chapter Five… 😈🔥💔
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