Page 134 of The Seven Rings
“No,” Owen said immediately. “And let me make that hell no, with an exclamation mark.”
He caught Trey’s eye in the rearview.
“Yeah, I gotta agree with my former bandmate on that. The bass player’s not bad, but a rock band’s not held up by bass alone. Tell you what, we’ll make it up to ourselves, hit the club in Ogunquit sometime soon.”
“Maybe find out when Rock Hard’s playing.” Cleo shifted to look back. “See when Bree has a night off and she’s going.”
“I can do that.”
“Sounds like a party. I wonder… No, not tonight.” Sonya caught sight of the manor. Only the lights she’d left on glowed. “I wondered if Clover and her ghostly friends had a party like the time before.”
“Maybe they did. Just wrapped it by midnight.”
Laughing, she leaned against Trey. “I really like to think so.”
When Owen parked, she got out. “I trust Jack took care of it all, but we’ll let everybody out for a bit before…”
She trailed off, groped for Trey’s arm.
“What is it?”
“I feel… The mirror. I feel it. I don’t— I can’t— There. There. Do you see it?”
It stood on the lawn, the glass glinting in the cloud-shadowed moonlight. Where it hadn’t been, Trey knew it hadn’t been, even seconds before.
“Yeah, I see it. What else do you see?”
Pressing a hand to her belly, she leaned against him. “The mirror. There’s movement in the mirror.”
“I can see that.” Owen stepped up beside her. “Colors, dark, but colors against that, moving.”
“I don’t see anything but the reflection of the glass.” In support, Cleo put a hand on Sonya’s shoulder.
“I have to go. I can’t not go.”
“I know.” Struggling, Trey leaned down to kiss her. “Owen’s with you. Cleo and I will wait. Right here.”
“We’ve got this. Whatever this is, we’ve got it.”
Taking her hand now, Owen walked with her. Over the grass toward the mirror.
“Voices, I hear voices. Music and voices.”
“I don’t, not yet. Just… sound I can’t make out.”
“I’m not afraid,” she said to convince herself.
“Good. You can protect me.”
Together, they walked to the mirror and through.
When they vanished into the glass, Cleo vised a hand over Trey’s. “I hate this. I hate we just stand here. We can’t hear, can’t see.”
“Right there with you. The dogs are barking. Maybe you could let them out.”
When she rushed over to open the door, he took another step. Pressed his hand to the glass.
On the other side of it, Sonya stood with Owen on the lawn. In a star-drenched sky, a full moon sailed over the rolling sea.
