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."
