Deianira's POV
I raised my hands, and the shadows responded like eager dogs. They swirled around me, thickening, solidifying. I thought of the room, of the mirror, of Lucian's face reflected in cracked glass. The shadows formed a portal, a tear in space that showed me exactly what I wanted to see.
The mirror. Lucian standing frozen, Luna's hands on either side of the glass, her moon marks blazing with silver light.
They were so focused on the ritual they were about to perform. So focused on trying to save Maeve.
They never saw me coming.
I stepped through the portal, my form dissolving into pure shadow as I moved. And then I was there, in that room, materializing behind them in a explosion of darkness and malice.
The window shattered.
