Chapter 32
The mirror shatters.
A thousand shards explode in all directions.
I duck and cover my face with my arms. A shower of shards fly toward me. I brace to be hit, but at the same time, I instinctively envision an invisible umbrella to protect me.
I have no expectation of it working until I realize that I’m not getting cut to bits. I can’t believe it actually works. A few shards get through, but the bulk of them miss me.
By the time I look up, the glass shards are being sucked back into the gilded frame.
So is Sentry.
The nightmare Malyn puppet is still on her feet, headless and holding the frame in front of her, mirror-side out. Sentry leaned in as he speared into the glass, putting all his weight into it. Now, he can’t pull back.
His muscles strain to pull away from the look
