Taylor shifted the dimensional spell and allowed Vincent to enter. He came barreling in with Matt and two others behind him. Vincent looked like he had already been in a battle, his face cut and bruised, and Matt had a swollen nose with tape across it and two black eyes.
“Where the f**k is she, Taylor? I know she’s back and I know all about that f*****g mirror!” Vincent reached out to grab Taylor by the shirt, but he dodged, stepping side on, and clenched his jaw.
“Settle down, Vincent, she’s gone already.”
“What do you mean, gone?”
“Take a look…” Taylor indicated the mirror frame still in his lounge room. “She came through, smashed it and left.”
Vincent looked dubiously from the mirror to Taylor. “Why didn’t you tell me?” He accused.
“She made me promise not to…told me you tried to
