_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 ...