“Raina?” I wave my hand in front of her face. “Aren’t you tired? How about a nap?”

Raina barely looks up from a mirror showing a group of princesses walking with books on their heads. In another mirror, princes are perfecting their sword-fighting techniques. A third mirror shows Olivina’s empty office and her hot-pink velvet chair.

“I don’t feel like a turkey leg, right now, thank you,” Raina mumbles.

I look at the others strangely. “Um, we weren’t talking about food.”

“Let me try. Maybe you just need to say what she wants to hear.” Logan steps in front of Raina, blocking her view of the mirror. “Raina! You won the most Royal Academy superlatives ever!”

“Thank you, pink is my signature color,” she says in a monotone voice.

“I’m so sorry,” Corden says to us. “It’s easy to get hooked on the mirrors. I did for a spell myself because Marta Marigold is a genius at makeovers. You can’t look away from her in the Royal Underground! But then I realized, why watch someone else do what I want to do myself?”

Prue rolls her eyes. “Here you go again, knocking progress. Think of how much these mirrors show us. They’ve been the best protection we have.”

“Look at what they’ve done to Raina,” Corden argues.

“Can you set a time limit for watching?” Sasha asks.

Prue scratches her chin. “I never thought of doing that. I could probably program one of the wands to set a timer for too much viewing, but I don’t have that set up right now.”

“Can you disconnect them?” Heath tries.

“I could, but there’s always the risk they will change the security protocol and I won’t be able to get a live feed of RA again.”

“Can you fake shutting them off?” Heath suggests.

Prue nods, smiling slightly. “That I can do.” She taps a few things on a mini mirror in her hands and the screens all go dark.

“Hey!” Raina jumps up immediately. “I was watching that! Prue! The mirrors went dark! Prue!” She spins around and sees us all standing there. “Oh, there you are. Prue, the mirrors have… Hey, why are you guys so dirty? Did you go somewhere?”

I look at the clothes I had on under my ogre costume. They’re sweaty, stained, and I have leather polish on my arm sleeve from something I brushed up against in Cobbler Shoes. My hair may have a few leaves in it too.

“What is going on here?”

“We went to the Happily Ever After Scrolls offices so Sasha could secretly post a blog about Olivina’s motives and try to get our banishment lifted,” Heath explains. “You were too busy watching your mirrors to join us.”

“What? If you go after Olivina, she’ll never lift our banishment!” Raina sounds aghast.

“She will if we expose her true intentions,” Sasha argues. “I signed all of our names to my blog post to give it more weight. I’m sure that’s why Rose is so angry with me.”