_Susan’s POV_

The mirror never lies to me.

It is old and dark and carved with symbols that most witches are too afraid to touch. When I place my palm against its cold frame and whisper the correct words, it shows me what I desire to see. Tonight, it showed me victory.

I stood in front of it and watched carefully.

Leah’s body was sitting upright in a wooden chair. A circle of salt and silver powder had been drawn beneath the chair. Candles burned in every corner of the room. The air looked tense and heavy with ritual power.

Leah’s head leaned slightly to one side. Her eyes were...