Neve
I stumbled out of the little wooden toilet cubicle—if you could even call it that—and started washing my hands in the sink. Checking my reflection in the small oval mirror, I huffed when I saw how unruly my curls had become. The humidity in this realm was not my friend and I was no good at taming the wildness without my beauty products that I had reluctantly left back home. But as luck would have it, it was nothing a little spell wouldn’t fix.
I muttered some Latin under my breath and twisted my fingers. In an instant, my curls were toppled on top of my head in an effortless up-do that only a professional could achieve. A few ringlets framed my face and fell down the back of my neck and I smiled, loving the look.
Something shifted behind me in the mirror. I froze when I saw a wom
