"Careful what you wish for." Mum glared at me across the grimoire.
"Who wouldn't want such a gift?" I caressed the crumbling page while stumbling over the unfamiliar incantation.
"I don't feel different."
Her features twisted. Inky bruises appeared under her eyes. Her head tilted unnaturally. "Give it time, child."
My first vision--her death. "You shoulda warned me!"
"I did." Returning to normal, she grabbed my hand.
I pushed her off and she stumbled. With a sickening snap, her head hit the table.
Face contorted in that same grimace, Mum lay at my feet, neck at an impossible angle.