Chapter 57
I wake to the steady throbbing of my finger. It reminds me that I pricked it with a glass shard. The next thing I notice is the background ogre noise of frustrated cursing and grunts from a distance.
The bed beneath me is firm and the body that I cling to is warm and soft. It’s a girl, and she’s breathing to my exact rhythm.
My eyes fly open. I’m lying in bed hugging my own body. My finger throbs even though the mirror shard that pricked me was tiny and long gone.
How long have I been lying here? How long since I left the castle?
I have no idea. It could have been a heartbeat or a fortnight. Did the mirror claim power over me when it drank my blood? How long did it keep me in its whirling darkness?
It’s strange to think of the mirror as though it’s a living thing, but I ca
