about the Drakes. "Okay, last night in the mirror, I saw them attacking the Stanford twins outside the church."
"Come on. That doesnât mean theyâll try anything now. If that happened in a past life, this could be their chance to make it right this time."
I rolled my eyes and gave Kara a playful shove. "Even so, I donât want to take that chance, and you shouldnât be encouraging me." I would just have to find a way to keep my distance from Brian, no matter how difficult it proved.
Inside, the place was empty save for Misty, a small grey cat with bright blue, inquisitive eyes. Misty trotted up to us and meowed, standing on hind legs with her front paws curled.
"Hey, Misty baby," Kara crooned, scooping up the cat and planting a kiss on its head. I gave Misty affectionate scratches behind the ears. Lots of purring ensued, along with a few kitty kisses. I laughed with delight at the sensation of her rough sandpaper tongue on my skin.
Jenny observed this with an amused grin. "Shall we get down to business, ladies?"
"You make it sound so official," Kara commented, her tone somewhere between playfulness and respect for the seriousness of the situation. "We should talk in my room. Mom's out shopping, and she could be home any time now."
"Good idea," I said. Now that we were about to start, I found myself looking forward to the discoveries that awaited us.
When Jenny attempted to pet Misty, the cat hissed and batted. Jenny narrowed her eyes at the little cat.
"Misty!" Kara chastised, wagging her finger. Misty blinked and twitched an ear, gazing back unrepentantly, then stalked off in search of her toy or maybe her food dish.
We went upstairs to Kara's room. Decorated in gold with deep red trim on the walls and eclectic furnishings of dark wood, it exuded a warmth that embodied Kara's vibrant personality. While Kara sat cross-legged on her bed, I settled in the comfortable papasan chair with a red cushion and matching ottoman. Jenny sat on the edge of Kara's desk, her feet still touching the floor.
"So, any ideas as to how to decipher the writing?" Jenny cut to the chase, glancing pointedly at my backpack on the floor beside me. "We need to know what the prophecy says."
I retrieved the box and placed it on my lap, frowning. The task of finding the MirrorMaster would be daunting, and the thought of having to give up my box and its contents left me with a deep sadness. "No. I donât even know where to begin. It's going to be hard enough to find the MirrorMaster and get all this to her."
"Leah's right. We have no way to figure out the meaning, unless somewhere in her box is a manual that translates this language into English. But I have an idea that might help us find out who the MirrorMaster is."
"How?" I shifted my gaze to Kara, eyes widening. "It could be anyone. Madame Helena thinks it's one of us, but for all we know the MirrorMaster â if she exists â isnât even here on Earth."
Jenny remained silent, but watched with interest.
"Mirror gazing for information," Kara said, grabbing a book from her nightstand and holding it up with a flourish. "Some people have the ability to mentally go to other people, places, even other times, and see what's happening. To see the answers to questions they want to know. It's rare for anyone to actually manage it, but there are tons of books on the subject. I picked up this little tome at the Spirit Shoppe and have been reading about it."
"Isn't it dangerous?" I asked, wary of what getting involved might expose us to. Was mirror-gazing what Iâd done the other night? Those images and the power of that force coursing through my body would never leave me, and the thought of trying it again, of learning how to intentionally get information this way, was both terrifying and exhilarating.
Kara shook her head. "No. You just focus on a mirror and let your mind see the answer and show it to you there. Madame Helena says this is true scrying."
"And if
"Come on. That doesnât mean theyâll try anything now. If that happened in a past life, this could be their chance to make it right this time."
I rolled my eyes and gave Kara a playful shove. "Even so, I donât want to take that chance, and you shouldnât be encouraging me." I would just have to find a way to keep my distance from Brian, no matter how difficult it proved.
Inside, the place was empty save for Misty, a small grey cat with bright blue, inquisitive eyes. Misty trotted up to us and meowed, standing on hind legs with her front paws curled.
"Hey, Misty baby," Kara crooned, scooping up the cat and planting a kiss on its head. I gave Misty affectionate scratches behind the ears. Lots of purring ensued, along with a few kitty kisses. I laughed with delight at the sensation of her rough sandpaper tongue on my skin.
Jenny observed this with an amused grin. "Shall we get down to business, ladies?"
"You make it sound so official," Kara commented, her tone somewhere between playfulness and respect for the seriousness of the situation. "We should talk in my room. Mom's out shopping, and she could be home any time now."
"Good idea," I said. Now that we were about to start, I found myself looking forward to the discoveries that awaited us.
When Jenny attempted to pet Misty, the cat hissed and batted. Jenny narrowed her eyes at the little cat.
"Misty!" Kara chastised, wagging her finger. Misty blinked and twitched an ear, gazing back unrepentantly, then stalked off in search of her toy or maybe her food dish.
We went upstairs to Kara's room. Decorated in gold with deep red trim on the walls and eclectic furnishings of dark wood, it exuded a warmth that embodied Kara's vibrant personality. While Kara sat cross-legged on her bed, I settled in the comfortable papasan chair with a red cushion and matching ottoman. Jenny sat on the edge of Kara's desk, her feet still touching the floor.
"So, any ideas as to how to decipher the writing?" Jenny cut to the chase, glancing pointedly at my backpack on the floor beside me. "We need to know what the prophecy says."
I retrieved the box and placed it on my lap, frowning. The task of finding the MirrorMaster would be daunting, and the thought of having to give up my box and its contents left me with a deep sadness. "No. I donât even know where to begin. It's going to be hard enough to find the MirrorMaster and get all this to her."
"Leah's right. We have no way to figure out the meaning, unless somewhere in her box is a manual that translates this language into English. But I have an idea that might help us find out who the MirrorMaster is."
"How?" I shifted my gaze to Kara, eyes widening. "It could be anyone. Madame Helena thinks it's one of us, but for all we know the MirrorMaster â if she exists â isnât even here on Earth."
Jenny remained silent, but watched with interest.
"Mirror gazing for information," Kara said, grabbing a book from her nightstand and holding it up with a flourish. "Some people have the ability to mentally go to other people, places, even other times, and see what's happening. To see the answers to questions they want to know. It's rare for anyone to actually manage it, but there are tons of books on the subject. I picked up this little tome at the Spirit Shoppe and have been reading about it."
"Isn't it dangerous?" I asked, wary of what getting involved might expose us to. Was mirror-gazing what Iâd done the other night? Those images and the power of that force coursing through my body would never leave me, and the thought of trying it again, of learning how to intentionally get information this way, was both terrifying and exhilarating.
Kara shook her head. "No. You just focus on a mirror and let your mind see the answer and show it to you there. Madame Helena says this is true scrying."
"And if
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