Fawn noticed that no men were at the table. What Thanksgiving dinner didn’t include the whole family?
Looking around, she realized she only recognized her mom and grandmother, but also felt like she’d seen the woman on her right before.
She squinted. Evelyn? It was the venerated matriarch of the Belgrave family. This had to be something from her imagination. It was impossible to eat a meal with dead relatives.
Then, she remembered the special silver album. It was tradition for each family witch to have a picture taken when her powers first emerged.
She was about to ask why they were assembled when something caught her eye. Her ginger ale began to ripple as if the table was shaking, but everything else remained completely still. When a man’s face materialized in the crystal, her eyes widened in horror. His eyes were black as coal, and they shined with sinister intent. She backhanded the glass across the room, smashing it.
No one moved. Were they oblivious to what had just happened?
She froze when she saw the same face staring back at her from the mirror hanging on the wall. “You can’t get rid of me that easily, Fawn.” She thought she saw flames flicker in his eyes, but then he vanished.
Backing away, she forgot to step around her chair. It fell backwards and clattered to the floor. Scanning the room, she saw that the door to the kitchen wasn’t there. She watched as the dining room was slowly stripped away, like peeling wallpaper that transformed into large gray wisps of smoke. The space began to rumble, and the landscape blew away even faster.
Fawn woke up to someone shaking her. She saw her twin brother looming over her, his forehead crinkled with worry. Alec’s hair was sticking up at odd angles. He must’ve just gotten up himself.
“What just happened?” His fingers remained curled around her shoulders
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