For the third time, I repeated the spell, as I stared at the words on the mirror my fingertip had made: We're coming for you. Willing them to reveal their secrets to me. My magic buzzing across my palms and impromptu, I placed them on the mirror.

The image of me and my bathroom wavered. Suddenly it was Megan standing in my bathroom, black goo on her fingertip as she wrote the message.

Damn, I really hated her. I slammed my hand down on the ...