Most striking of all were Marak’s deep-set eyes. The left eye was black; the right, emerald green, and they gleamed at her as if lit from within. Marak’s dull hair drifted into his face where the cowlick didn’t push it out, so his black eye shone through a pale curtain.

This grotesque vision rendered Kate incapable of action for a minute. As her wits began to return, a grim resignation came with them. Em and the aunts were weaker than she was. She would have to face him alone. She took a step toward the frightful image and groped for the bench, seating herself unsteadily before the mirror. The monstrous reflection moved as she did, sinking down upon its own bench. Those odd eyes watched her attentively and shrewdly, and Marak grinned at her. Kate stared in fascinated revulsion. His teeth, small and even, were a dark silver-gray, and they were sharper than proper teeth should be.

Everything about this creature was inhumanly freakish, inhumanly ugly, and she was very grateful that it was not in the same room with her. The mirror was between them. Or—was it? Suppose he could just grab her with those corpse’s hands? She held her breath and reached out to feel the mirror, and the figure beyond slowly reached out its hand as well. They came closer and closer together until Kate felt something cold brush her fingertips.

A second later she was on her feet by the bed, gasping for air, the overturned bench hitting the floor in front of her. Marak sprang up to copy, but he failed in the pantomime. Instead, he clung to the bedpost, whooping with laughter.

“You should have seen your face!” he hooted. “I had no idea that touching glass could be so alarming!”

Kate drew long breaths, her fright giving way to indignation. Yes, that was this creature’s other characteristic, she remembered with disgust. Inhumanly ugly and, as far as she could tell, inhumanly rude.

“I never saw anyone move so fast! You should have seen yourself!”