Suddenly, she lets go of my hands and jumps away from me, like I’m made of fire. Her eyes fly open. “You must go!” “What?” I stare at her uneasily. “What are you talking about?” She takes a step back, like she’s almost afraid of me. “You go now. You… you are… danger.” I stand up, my legs trembling beneath me. “You mean I’m in danger?” “I’m sorry.” She backs up again until she hits the wall. Or the mirror, as it were. “You must go now, Quinn. Go! Go out of here!” “But…” “Get out!” she shrieks. “You must go! Get away from this place!”
