I slammed Kieran’s door on my way out a little harder than necessary, stomping down the hall in what I hoped looked like queenly indignation rather than childish pouting.

I was halfway to convincing myself that I was done thinking about getting interrupted by the Elder in what could possibly have been the best night of my life, when I caught sight of something gleaming on the wall. A mirror.

Not the cheap kind from Target that warps your reflection, but a heavy gilded thing framed ...