The blade pulled away from Laura's chest. Blood dripped onto the stone floor.

Kieran wiped the knife clean. "That's enough for now," he said. "We don't want to rush things."

Laura's head hung forward. The crack in her bond with Dante throbbed like a broken bone.

"My turn," Elise said.

She walked to the corner and picked up a small mirror. The glass was black and seemed to move like water.

"What is that?" Laura asked weakly.

"A shadow mirror," Elise smiled. "It shows truth. The kind of truth you don't want to see."

She held the mirror in front of Laura's face. "Look."

"No."

"Look!" Elise grabbed Laura's chin...