Instead of placing her hand on Lyra’s heart, Sabrina kneels and picks up the burning photograph. The flame licks her fingers—but does not burn her. She stares at the boy’s face.
“You’ve turned your pillow into a brick of lead three times now. If that’s your idea of magic, I’d hate to see your study habits.”
Sabrina stands. She turns to the Council. El Mundo Oculto de Sabrina 1x8
“Felix. He’s twelve. He draws stars on his shoes because I told him witches live in them.”
“More than magic.”
The Council recoils. The bets scatter. Lyra’s chains rust—not break, but loosen .
Morwenna smiles. “There is no other way. That is the point.” Instead of placing her hand on Lyra’s heart,
Lyra refuses. The mirror trembles. A clawed hand reaches through the largest shard and closes around her throat. She screams—and the screen cuts to black.
The shadow opens one red eye.
