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Getting it out wouldn’t be easy. I was sorely outclassed.
But I was desperate. I rested my palm on the glass and concentrated. The magic was a lock. I needed a key. I couldn’t brute force it open, that much was obvious. Just the thought of snatching the mirror sent sparks into my palm. I jerked back, then returned my hand and focused.
Hecate wouldn’t want anyone stealing the mirror.
But I didn’t want tostealthe mirror. Could the magical lock sense intent? I pushed the thought forward. The image of the gold-handled mirror in my palm, in quick succession with another image of me pushing it back into its hiding place.
My hand moved forward half an inch.
Into the glass.
It’s working.
I continued to craft the image in my head.I don’t want to take it. I’ll give it back right away,I promised the spell.
My hand went further and touched something. My fingers wrapped around a piece of metal, invisible behind my reflection. I pulled back.
And there, in my hand, was the exact mirror Phaidros had described. The glass was small, no more than eight inches tall and maybe five wide. The gold frame around it was ornate.
The strangest part was the glass didn’t reflect anything back. It was like a piece of shiny metal.
The room itself seemed to warp now that the mirror was out of its cage. The magic was no longer simply present. It was alive. The mirror I held was more magic than a physical item. It was like holding a storm cloud.
It was exhilarating.
And yet somehow, it felt wrong in an almost crippling way.
I struggled to recall Hecate’s lessons. We’d been focused on that ancient tree and life and vines. Scrying had been forbidden. Hecate hadn’t put so much as a reflective surface in front of me since I’d been back.
I’d only looked in on two people before in my lessons, Cole and Daphne. Cole, who had sensed me.
Jett won’t know.Cole was the King of Hell, so it made sense he was powerful enough to detect the presence of a spell. But Jett was a simple, mortal male. He was nothing I should fear, not anymore. Not even if he’d almost killed me in our last encounter.
The smallest part of me was almost curious to see my old tormentor. I had nothing to fear. Just one look and I could put the mirror back.
I tapped into my memories of the Alpha Heir. Or perhaps he was the Moon-Ghost Alpha now. Even now, I could remember his scent more intimately than I wanted. That was the curse of having your fated mate also be your tormentor for years. As much as I erased the snake from my mind, he could return with the slightest provocation.
I thought of his scent. Rivers and iron and arrogance. The curve of his jaw as he smirked at the weak Omega. The sardonic tilt of his mocking laughter.
The mirror in my hand rippled and changed.
And there he was, the silver prince. The view was from the back of his head, white-blond hair slick against his skull. I didn’t recognize the room he was in. It looked almost like the throne room Cole used in the palace. My brow creased in confusion. Was there really a place like that on Moon-Ghost pack lands? Then again, I hadn’t seen the dungeon until I scried on Daphne.
Just the memory of my friend, caged and weak at the hands of these Alpha pricks, sent sparks of my magic in the air.
Jett turned. He didn’t realize it, but we were face-to-face. My stomach twisted. My lip curled back in an involuntary snarl.
I should put the mirror down now. I’d fulfilled the bargain. It was time to go.
I began to lower my arm when he spoke. And the words froze my blood.
“Hello, my wayward mate.”
Chapter XXXVI
Inearlydroppedthemirror in shock.
He can see me.
