He lifted a hand and touched the mirror. The mirror still reflected nothing but an empty room.
Oh God.
Thomas felt a shock go through him. He was utterly terrified. His heart should be racing with it. He put his shaking hand on his chest, feeling for the pounding lub-dub of fear.
Nothing.
He lifted his fingers to his neck, seeking a pulse.
Still nothing.
He swallowed hard, his mind jumping to an impossible conclusion, then ran his tongue over his teeth.
Fangs. Definitely fangs. His canines were a little longer than they had been, and much, much sharper.