"That's how he worms his way in, you know." The Mirror taps at the center of his chest with the tip of one finger, his smirk right-handled and resigned, like someone who already knows how this story ends. Or maybe that's just the picture he's painting. "He gives you just enough to tide you over. Just enough to make you think he's all sincere."

Just enough to open the door to trust, before he yanks the rug out from under you.

She could just ask Jay, after all.