THE REFLECTION GAME
she said, pointing to the faded text on the page.
Mia leaned closer. The title read, The Reflection Game.
“What’s that?” asked Logan, sliding into the chair across from them. His leather jacket was damp from the rain, and he ran a hand through his wet blond hair.
“It’s some kind of ritual,” Anna said, her voice dropping to a whisper. “You light a candle, stand in front of a mirror, and say this chant three times. Supposedly, it shows you your destiny.”
“Destiny?” Mia repeated, a skeptical look on her face. “That’s so fake.”