Chapter three(24)

Cecy, alarmed by his tone, twisted her wrist around——Will was still holding on to it, apparently without noticing——to look straight at what he was doing, expecting a gold-framed mirror to come to life. But instead the air glowed faint violet where the brush swooshed past, the outlines shimmering like a mirage, like melting ice, as if about to evaporate into smoke at any moment.
‘No way, they’ve found out,’ Will’s words were swift and low as his brush wound through the air,