The crack down the mirror’s center deepened with a sound like a scream muffled through water. Splinters of silver light spider-webbed outward, racing across its surface in jagged lines. Eirena staggered back, Kael’s arm locked around her waist as the chamber trembled underfoot.
Lira drew her daggers in a single flash of motion, stance low, eyes darting to every reflective surface. “If she comes through that thing, I’m stabbing her. I don’t care if she’s made of starlight or bone.”
A low, musical laugh rippled from the mirror.
No, through it.
The Queen’s fractured face leaned closer from the other side, each shard reflecting a slightly different expression: amusement, hunger, triumph, something almost tender.
“My little wanderers,” she purred. “You’ve strayed far from my sight. How rud
