Welcome back to the Crystal Iris series.

I hope you like your magic dirty—and your men even worse.

Because The Solenscint in the Mirror is anything but light.

Nightmares that bleed into daylight.

Mirrors that show you more than your own reflection.

A secret society watching from the shadows.

And a craving she’ll do anything to satisfy.

I ran to Paris to disappear. To keep him safe.

But this isn’t an escape. Not really.

It’s a sinking—the prism’s presence only growing stronger,

a little less of me in control every day.

And when I close my eyes—I see him.

The dreams give and take in equal measure.

And when I wake, there’s nothing left but to forget.

How long can I outrun the lies I left behind

before they reach through the dark and pull me under?

“I should stop. Instead, I beg for more, pretending it’s the last time.”