Heretics book 3 - The Apocryphile Press

THE KINGDOM :: 273
“You do not,” she assured him, mildly amused.
“Please come into my fairy castle, fair princess,” he waved
his hand in a grand gesture bidding her to enter.
“Why, thank you, I think,” she smiled, a little nervously.
The cottage was very small, but was painted with such bright
colors and was so devoid of clutter, that the size did not seem
oppressive. The furnishings were elegant, modern, and spare.
A couple of scented candles gave the room a yellow warmth
on what was otherwise a gray and gloomy day.
“What’s up?” Terry asked, stepping into the kitchenette.
“Tea?”
“Sure,” she said. “Anything.”
“Whatchagot there?” he asked.
“It’s a mirror,” she said.
“No shit,” he said, plugging in the electric kettle. “That’s
the one from the guest room, isn’t it?”
“Yes. I wanted to show you something. Can we—um, go
into the bathroom? It kind of needs to be dark.”
His eyebrows rose dramatically and he signaled her to follow
him. They squeezed into the tiny bathroom together, and
Kat pushed the door until it was only ajar a few inches.
Terry gasped. She had hoped to hear such a thing, and the
tension in her shoulders lessened somewhat.
There, in the mirror, a dim violet light about the size of a
golf ball hovered.
“It’s him, isn’t it?” she asked him. “Not my brother, I
mean. It’s the angel. I’m sure it is.”
Terry was nodding, and she watched as he reached out his
hand and attempted to touch the radiance. But it seemed to
be several inches into the mirror, on the other side.
“Probably got trapped there once his body...expired.” He
looked at her with soft eyes. “At least he’s somewhere.”
“What would happen to him if he weren’t...in there?” Kat
asked, opening the bathroom door again.