25The Girl in the MirrorCalen leads me down a narrow hallway with windows on one side. I stare unseeing through the glass. In my head, Jayce screams for her mother as her pink hair burns to oily black. I shake the image away, and try to think of anything else. The veil. Lucas. Nothing.
“This way.” Calen pushes open a door and nudges me ahead of him.
I step into a small, square room. A floor lamp stands in the corner, shining light on an antique chaise lounge. Several pieces of jewelry glitter from the rich fabric. A white gown runs the length of the seat. A pair of gilded sandals is neatly tucked beneath its hem. A small metal bowl filled with water rests on the floor, two white towels folded over the lip.
I do my best not to shake as I extend my shackled wrists to Calen, expecting to b
