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."