"No," I said, and I shut my eyes so I couldn't see it smile. Blind, I groped along the warm glass toward the salt wind. The reflection's grip burned my wrist, begging, but I twisted free and ran. We all made it out, all six, but my wrist still has a cold white handprint that never fades.

I almost said yes to save the others. Then Maya yelled, "Don't you dare!" and yanked me backward by my collar. The reflection's hand slipped off mine. The whole maze shuddered like a slammed door, and the warm breathing air went ice cold and empty. The mirrors were just mirrors again. We ran out together, all six, and never looked back.