The weight in Logan’s heart seemed to grow heavier by the minute, as did the fire in his blood. Twenty times today he’d picked up the mirror Polina had given him, intending to break up with her. She’d violated his trust, manipulated him like some sort of toy. The only thing that stopped him was he wanted to do it in person. He wanted to see her face when he told her he’d figured her out. He knew what she’d done. Would she deny it? Regret it?
A flash of blue almost knocked him out of his chair. “What’s happening?” He positioned the silver squarely in front of him.
The mirror melted into a reflective pool of metal. Like a stone dropped in a puddle, concentric circles rippled from the center to the edges of his reflection. The movement blurred his image and then morphed into one with delicate features and full lips. When the reflection smoothed out again, he was looking at Polina.
“Logan, I just spoke to Grateful. I can explain—”
“You knew that the soul magic was the reason for our attraction, and you didn’t tell me,” Logan snapped. “You used me.”
“No. You don’t understa—”
“I understand that you took advantage of a side effect of magic to get what you wanted from me. I understand that you are just like every other witch. You take what you want, when you want it, and don’t worry about how you hurt anyone else in the process.”
“No, Logan, I love you. I wouldn’t hurt you.”
“Stop lying to me!” A hot swell of anger balled Logan’s hands into fists. He would not allow this to happen again. “My heart is not a toy for your entertainment. It’s over, Polina.”
“No! No, Logan. Listen to me!”
“I’m done. I warned you not to use magic on me. You used me and you lied.”
“I didn’t mean to—”
Logan slammed his fist on the table, sending a ripple through her reflection. “It’s over!” He ground his teeth together. “You’re no better than Tabetha.”
Polina’s reflection morphed from desperation to outright horror. He was almost convinced he’d hurt her, but then he remembered that a mere human could never hurt a witch.
In anger, he picked up the mirror and hurled it at the floor. It shattered, the pieces melting and seeping through the floorboards.
“Fuck. Good.” He stood and paced his penthouse condo. “I am done with the lies. I am done with the supernatural mess. Fuck it all.” He grabbed his keys off the counter and headed for the elevator, desperate for a fresh start.