“If you have to think that hard,” says Isaak, “I think we know your answer.”
I sigh. “I’m trying to figure myself out.”
“You haven’t done that already?”
“No, asshole. It’s a work-in-progress.” I punch his arm and my knuckles actually hurt. “Jesus, are you made of stone or something?”
He smirks seductively. “Parts of me, maybe.”
I roll my eyes and suppress a giggle as he pulls me into another room.
Whereas the mirrors in the first place were all flat and standard, the ones in here are bent and curvy. There’s a fat Camila and an impossibly skinny one, one where my head is on Isaak’s shoulders and his head is floating in space.
“I take back what I said before. This is super creepy.”
I raise my hand. All of my reflections follow suit. Isaak comes up behind me, his eyes raking up and do
