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Angus went down on his knees next to me, and I saw his face join mine. When we looked at each other, our reflections gazed off the corners of the room. When we looked over our shoulders our reflections locked eyes with each other.
“What is it?” he said softly.
“Damned if I know.” I sat back on my heels.
Our reflections didn’t vanish. They stayed where they had been, gazing up at us. As I watched, my face opened its mouth, revealing rows of pearl teeth, in a silent scream of horror.
“There was my set of wooden stake-tipped daggers, gifted to me in Philadelphia during the American Revolution by a handsome vampire whose name I’d never known. I loved those daggers beyond reason, not only because they were exactly as long as my middle finger— which was awesomely meta— but because they were so versatile! The wooden stakes could be taken off and put back on as easily as a Barbie doll’s head, which meant you could use them to fight frisky vampires as well as any other non-vampiric asshole who might get in your way.”
“He’s the Devil, Zahra.”
“Yes, Cinderella won a real prize – a man who couldn’t see her true worth until she fitted in the shoe properly.”