Hannah cursed under her breath when a hot itch burned beneath her skin, knowing exactly what that meant. Ziva had placed a magical mark there, not just to alert her when they needed to talk, but to torment, and constantly remind her who really held control here.
She hurried to a secure, isolated spot within the North house and pulled a compact mirror from her pocket. The small, circular piece was no larger than her palm. It was so simple and unassuming that no one would think twice about it even if they caught her holding it.
The outer casing was plain white, its surface smooth and innocent-looking, though a trained magic caster or a fellow witch would immediately sense the powerful enchantments woven into it. Inside, the top held a magnifying mirror, while the bottom was a regular mirror that gave a flawless reflection.
