Chapter Four

Kicking away the circle of sand by him, I grab Dylan's wrist. He has a pulse, but he doesn't wake when I shake him.

Jonas is the same.

Shit.

I turn both of them onto their backs and the candles flicker with Julia's concern.

"I can fix it," I say, even though I don't know if I can.

I peel back their eyes: lifeless.

But they are still breathing.

I pull my phone out of my pocket as I hurry over to my bags. I have to dig for a moment to find the small vial of smelling salts.

Neither of them react to the harsh scent.

A worried sound comes from the out of tune piano in the corner.

"Just a hiccup. I promise I can fix it."

I don't know why I keep trying to reassure her. She's killed at least four people… she wouldn't be worried about more bodies.

The next time I say, "I can fix it," it's under my breath and definitely meant for me and only me.

Tossing the salts aside, I snatch my phone off the floor and start scrolling through the long list of spells Minnie and I have collected in our shared database.

There has to be something for this.

I scroll past the one I was thinking of and then back.

Minnie added a revival spell a few weeks ago. Revival… Magic CPR is just what I need.

I take a deep breath and place my hand on both of their chests.

"What was gone was meant to be. Return it where my eyes can see. Lost is found and found by thee. Come back, come back," exhaling, I press down hard and release, "come back to me."

Air swirls through the room. A flurry of motion, sand stirring, flames whirling…

But neither of them wakes.

"You can't revive what isn't dead yet."

Flinching back, I turn sharply to my left and my skin goes cold.

What once was only shadow is now filled with a dark and menacing specter… She's as beautiful and terrifying as she has always been on the other side of that mirror.

"Julia?"

Head tipped to the side, dark hair floating in wisps, she looks at me with fully black eyes, gray skin and an expression of… amusement.

"Oh… I don't think that was the spell you thought it was."

"I can see you," I say, standing and taking a step toward her.

"Yes," she says with a smile that seems to melt and reform on her face as the candlelight dances across her skin.

"How can I see you?"

Julia waves her hands and flickers through various shades of transparency. "Magic," she says with a little laugh. "You're a witch. You know how this works."

I'm starting to think I don't.