the devils mirror
Silent.
“Typical,” he mumbled, assuming Philip had already passed out for the night.
Yawning, Luke peeled off his clothes, pulled on his pyjamas, and slipped under his own blankets.
“You missed Spider-Man,” he muttered into the dark.
A low, guttural grumble answered from the other bed.
Luke frowned, momentarily alert. “Okay, suit yourself.”
He reached out and flicked off the lamp.
Darkness fell.
The silence that followed was thick, almost buzzing.
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