"Okay, fine. Which one?"
He shrugged. "Doesn't matter. Just pick one."
I studied the mirrors on the wal . One of the bigger ones might be easier to "target,"but when it inevitably exploded al over the place, there'd be a lot of flying glass to deal with. Best to pick one that might be harder to hit, but would cause less flaying and pain.
I settled on a mirror just to the left of Dad. It was about the size of my hand, and I focused al my concentration on it. Break.
The sound was nearly deafening as every single mirror in the room exploded outward in a sparkling spray. I screamed and threw my hands up, but the glass never touched me. It froze about three inches from my face, hovering there for a second, long enough for me to see my wide terrified eyes in thousands of bright shards. Then the pieces slowly began to slide backward toward the empty frames. There was a sound like a giant bubble popping, and suddenly the mirrors were whole again.
I whirled around. Dad was stil standing at the window, but he was holding both his hands out, and there was a fine sheen of sweat on his face.
When he dropped his arms, he sagged against the window seat and took a deep breath.
"I'm sorry!"I blurted out. "I told you, I suck at this. It's like any time I try to do a spel , it goes al big and scary and explodey, and-"
Dad rubbed his forehead. "No, Sophie, it's al right. That's what I'd hoped you would do."
"You hoped I'd commit mirrorcide?"
He laughed, but it sounded a little breathless. "No, I'd hoped to see just how powerful you real y are."His eyes were bright, and there was something that might have been pride in them. "You exceeded my expectations."
Chapter 10
"Wel , yay,"I said. "So glad my skil at blowing crap up impresses you, Dad."
"Your sarcasm is-"
"I know, I know, 'an unattractive quality in a young lady.'"
But Dad grinned and suddenly looked much younger and less like a guy who ironed his ties. "Actual y, I was going to say it's something you must've gotten from me. Grace always hated sarcastic comments."
"Oh, I know,"I replied without thinking. "I spent most of the seventh grade grounded because of it."
He snorted. "She once put me out by the side of the road in Scotland because I made a completely harmless joke about her map-reading skil s."
"Real y?"
"Mm-hmm. Had to walk nearly five bloody kilometers before she stopped to let me back in."
"Dude. Mom is hard-core."
For a moment we smiled at each other. Then Dad cleared his throat and looked away. "Anyway, your powers are definitely impressive, but what you lack is control."
"Yeah, I kind of picked up on that."
Dad pushed himself away from the window. "Alice taught you spel s."It wasn't a question.
"I sucked at those, too,"I said, not looking at him. "Elodie was able to catch on a lot faster than I did."
Dad watched me very closely for a second before saying, "Cal says that you used a transportation spel to get close enough to Alice to kil her."
"Cal has a big mouth,"I muttered.
"Did you?"he asked.
"Yes,"I said, "but I literal y moved like, five feet. It real y wasn't that impressive. Like I said, Elodie was able to do it a lot sooner than I could."
"But Elodie was a witch,"Dad said. "Focusing her powers would've been much easier for her."
"What do you mean?"
"Comparing your powers to Elodie's is like comparing a geyser to a water pistol. Your magic is much greater than hers was, but it's...unwieldy, let's say. Factor that in with the emotional distress you suffered at Hecate, and it's no surprise your spel s have a tendency to go-what was the word you used? Explodey?"
I shook my head. "My spel s were awful before I ever even went to Hex Hal , though. Remember the teacher who lost his memory? Or the whole prom disaster?"
"Same issue,"Dad replied. "Tremendous power, but no idea how to control it. And the more upset and afraid this makes you, the harder your powers are to handle."He walked across the room and took my hands. Just like with Daisy and Nick, I could sense his power rol ing through his veins. "I spent years feeling the same way, Sophie."
"Real y?"My voice was barely above a whisper.
He nodded. "I wasn't much older than you when my mother..."
He trailed off, and his fingers reflexively tightened on mine. "After my father's death,"he continued, "I would've ripped my powers out with my bare hands if I could have. Like you, I refused to use magic anymore because it scared me so much."
"I hadn't real y thought about that. What it must have been like for you."I tried to imagine how I would have felt if, instead of Alice kil ing Elodie, my dad had kil ed my mom, but the thought was too painful to even wrap my brain around. "So what changed your mind about your powers?"
Dad sighed and gave a smal sad smile. "It's a long story. Anyway, the point is that I eventual y learned how to control my powers to a very precise degree. For example-"
He lifted one long-fingered hand and pointed at the tiniest mirror in the room, a square of silver glass about three inches high that I hadn't even noticed. "Break,"he said in a low voice. I cringed, but only a hairline crack ran across the surface of the mirror.
"Okay,"I said slowly, "that was very unexplodey. So how did you do it?"
Dad dropped his hand and turned back to me. "A combination of things. Concentration, deep breaths..."
"Demon yoga?"I suggested, and he chuckled.
"Something like that. The best way I can explain it is to say that you and I-Daisy and Nick, Alice, my mother-we have powers of gods, but the bodies, souls, and minds of humans. Both parts of ourselves have to work together, or the magic is too much."
"And then we go crazy. Like Alice."
He nodded. "More or less. Now, try to break the mirror again, but this time, focus more on the human side of yourself than the demon part."
"Um...how exactly do I do that?"
Dad pul ed off his glasses and began cleaning them with a handkerchief from his front pocket. "There are several ways. You can think of a memory from before you came into your powers. Or focus on a time when you felt particularly strong human emotions: jealousy, fear, love..."