Cast it Out
Every hair on the back of Dove’s neck stood, and a chill moved through her. A voice somewhere in the back of her mind whispered to her, urging her to do something.
“Thank you love,” Dove replied softly, head turning to follow the woman as she reached the sink. “Are you. . . doing ok?” The woman met Dove’s gaze in the mirror, the look in her eyes entirely blank for a moment. As Dove watched her, the light above her flickered again - buzzing. The shadows played against her features, and those honey-hued eyes flashed black with malice.
“Thank you love,” Dove replied softly, head turning to follow the woman as she reached the sink. “Are you. . . doing ok?” The woman met Dove’s gaze in the mirror, the look in her eyes entirely blank for a moment. As Dove watched her, the light above her flickered again - buzzing. The shadows played against her features, and those honey-hued eyes flashed black with malice.