Thane turns to Seth, who’s been standing off to the side, watching with wide eyes. “Your turn.”
Seth swallows hard, his gaze darting to the central mirror—the one directly in front of Bree’s throne. “What if… what if it doesn’t work?”
“Then we find out,” I say, though my gut twists with unease.
Seth steps forward slowly, the familiar on his wrist glowing brighter with each step. When he reaches the mirror, he hesitates—then presses his palm to the glass.
For a moment, nothing happens.
Then the glassripples.
Silver light explodes outward, so bright I have to shield my eyes. The other mirrors ignite in response, their light converging on Seth like he’s the anchor holding them all together.
And then I see her.
Bree.
She’s on the other side of the mirror, pale and wide-eyed, reaching toward us with trembling hands. Her lips move, but I can’t hear what she’s saying.
“She’s there!” I gasp. “She’s right there!”
Chapter 34
Rhett
The moment Seth’s hand touches the mirror, everything changes.
Silver light explodes outward, so bright I have to shield my eyes. The chamber floods with warmth—not heat, butpresence. Like standing near someone you love, close enough to feel their heartbeat through the air between you.
And then I see her.
Bree.
She’s on the other side of the glass, pale and barefoot, reaching toward us with trembling hands. Her hair falls loose around her shoulders, and her eyes—those light green eyes with gold flecks—lock onto mine.
The breath leaves my lungs.
Fire knows fire. I’d know her energy anywhere—the way it calls to mine, the way my magic recognizes hers like coming home. That pull in my chest, the one I didn’t even know was missing, suddenlysings.
Like something lost has finally been found.
The air between us hums, recognition older than memory.
Around me, the others react. Gray goes perfectly still, wolf-sharp focus locked on the mirror. Jace whispers something that might be a curse or a prayer. Wes takes a step forward, hands reaching instinctively.
But I can’t look away from her face.
She’s moving her lips, trying to tell us something. I lean closer, pressing my palm to the warm glass, desperate to hear—
Then I feel it.
A flicker. Just for a second. Like watching someone’s reflection in water when the surface ripples.
Her chest doesn’t rise and fall in rhythm with mine.
My fire reacts before my brain catches up—protective fury slamming through my veins. I conjure a small flame between my fingers without thinking, holding it up to illuminate the glass.
Through the light, I see it clearly.
