I woke Sera at two in the morning. She was awake before I finished knocking, which told me she had not been asleep. ‘My eyes,’ I said. In the mirror. They were glowing.
She sat up. She did not look surprised. She looked like someone who had been waiting for a specific thing to be confirmed and was now deciding what to do with the confirmation.
‘Tell me exactly what it looked like.’
I told her. Silver light, steady, not flickering. The same warmth that came with the moonlight on my skin but concentrated in my eyes. Not frightening, which was perhaps the strangest part. It had felt, looking at my own reflection, like recognition.
Sera was quiet for a moment. Then: ‘I need to tell you what I found in my father’s books.’ I sat on the edge of her bed. ‘Tell me.’
She had been piecing it tog
