Luca stared at the mirror like he has never seen his reflection in one before.
Which, to be fair... he hadn't.
He leaned in slowly, squinting suspiciously at the strange grey-blue-eyed man staring back at him. His brows furrowed. Then relaxed. Then furrowed again. He tilted his head left, then right. The reflection copied him exactly.
"Oh stars," he muttered, stepping back slightly. "This guy's following me."
Kian didn't even blink from where he stood beside the polished mirror Isabella had painstakingly guided them to create. He was too busy checking the edges, making sure there weren't any sharp pieces that might hurt someone. Typical Kian—serious as a rock and twice as broody.
Meanwhile, Luca leaned in again and gave the mirror a cautious poke.
Nothing happened.
He poked again. Harder. Still nothing.
Then he tried to slap the mirror.
"OW!" he yelped, yanking his hand back. "He slapped me!"
Kian finally looked up, deadpan. "You slapped yourself, idiot."
