The tension at the Blackwood mansion reached a boiling point, but not in the way anyone expected. Behind closed doors, a far more sinister transformation was taking place.
The Shattered Reflection
Isla stood in her bedroom, the distant sound of bass from the pool area thumping through the floorboards. On her bed lay the daring bathing suit Rowan had picked out for her—a piece of fabric that felt like a challenge she wasn't ready to meet. Instead, she had opted for a modest top and denim shorts, staring at herself in the full-length mirror with a heavy sigh.
Suddenly, the air in the room grew ice-cold. Isla froze as her reflection didn't mimic her sigh. Instead, the girl in the glass tilted her head, her irises bleeding into a void of pure, obsidian black.
"Why are you still trying so h
