𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫𝐬. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐰𝐧. 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈 𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐡 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐝, 𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐮𝐩, 𝐬𝐨𝐚𝐩 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐬, 𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐟 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐈 𝐬𝐚𝐰 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡.
📖: The Other Side of the Mirror ✨ Open door fae romantasy ✨ Mutual yearning in dual POV ✨ Elemental & Celestial magic ✨ Forced proximity / only one horse ✨ He falls hard (but he’s tasked with bringing her to her soulmate) ✨ She saves herself ✨ Matching tattoos (but make them magic) ✨ “Who did this to you?”












