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Olivia’s light mood, at the ease with which she obtained the necessary ingredient for her spell, delayed her recognition of the fact that something was wrong. She could let go of the disappointment in not causing others to suffer the pain, physically and emotionally, of losing their eyes, when she smiled at the contents of the bag. Riding up in the elevator alone, having sent her driver on the task of cleaning the already immaculate limo and picking up another bottle of her favorite wine, she stepped into her foyer. She rounded the corner on the way to the kitchen and had taken three steps past the mirror before she paused.
Retracing her steps, she turned to fully face the mirror. Her frown deepened as she tracked the fractured glass with her gaze. Then she felt the vibration. Like ex
