—PYTHON Nina wasn’t sure if it was her tiredness or her hunger causing her to hallucinate. She felt like a zombie staring at her reflection, trying to wish away her weakness and pain. Angela needed her, and Nina was stuck so far away. It actually hurt her inside, and the questions within her echoed that pain. Why had she been brought back from death? Who brought her back? Worse still, how could she prove she still had a reason to live? Perhaps it was those thoughts that summoned Stephanie Walsh’s image in one of the obsidian mirrors. Stephanie was uncomfortably different from the person Nina feared so much before she’d died. Her red hair was much shorter and more ragged. Stephanie also looked older, as if she’d aged ten years in the span of one, with a weariness look pulling down all her features. She wore a white jumpsuit instead of the Pentacle Sorority uniform, and her characteristic smug smile had vanished. But her green eyes burned with a fiercer fire than ever. “Hello, Nina,”
