Chapter 18
The Truth about Tovar
Penny and Zoe kept their mirrors in the backpack with their wand and the remainders of the lunch they had packed earlier in the day. After opening the bag to stow her coat in it, Zoe dropped it near the recliner in the living room and sat down to watch television.
She didn’t notice the bag tip over as her chair rocked against it. She didn’t see one of the mirrors spill out onto the carpet.
She didn’t see the dark, sleek head that passed into it, blood red eyes glowing as they darted around, searching, then finding the girl sitting oblivious, dozing to the images of an old sitcom rerun.
The thing’s beak split in the parody of a smile, then faded.
