Lillian

My hand hung in mid-air. From my reflection in the mirror, I caught an unfamiliar glint playing in my eyes and I couldn't help but scoff in disbelief. 

Why did I feel sorry for him? His expression had been cold and for some reason I hadn't been able to provoke him, as hard as I tried. Yet I had seen it in his eyes, sadness. And now I felt sorry for him. Guilty even.

I had used him and he had been nothing but good to me the entire time. Well…a voice reminded me, he had been good to me because of the effect of the dark magic I...