The mirror was a birthday present from Bella’s husband, and her reflection in its greenish depths pleased her. Some puckish impulse drew her to blow a kiss.
The reflected face touched its cheek and smiled.
Bella shook her head in disbelief, even as the woman in the mirror continued braiding her green-gold hair.
As she watched, the surface of the mirror seemed to become fluid, and a delicate hand reached outwards.
Half mesmerised, Bella leaned forward and all but fell into the eyes that watched her. She awoke screaming, with blood dripping from a gouge in her white cheek.