CHAPTER 15Ping held up the mirror he had retrieved from across the room. Mara stared into it, shifting and tilting her head at various angles until her features caught the light. There she was, clear as a bell—just like an animated Mrs. Butterworth’s pancake syrup bottle, except she wasn’t as brown. She was transparent, not invisible, just like Ping had said. She gave him a look of desperation that he discerned despite her condition.
“On the bright side, you isolated the transparency characteristics of the glass sample. That’s something, I suppose,” he said. “What I don’t understand is how did you incorporate it into your body?”
“I didn’t. That doodad Cosm-thing of yours did,” Mara said. She pointed at the device on the counter.
Ping shook his head. “That’s unlikely. You didn’t even tou
