Ten years after the revolution that won Mira Calanais the right to live her life as she pleases, she finds herself wracked with guilt over what she had to do to make her world a better place. Remembering the man she once loved and the sacrifice he made, Mira realizes there is still one last mission for her to complete; save Hope from Caralain's clutches.
Caralain Dashar seems to have it all; a career most would envy, her old Generals to do her bidding, and the former 'Avatar of the Light' her prisoner, but she wants more and has been waiting long years for her chance to finally get everything she's ever dreamed of.
In a dangerous game of cat and mouse, Mira and Caralain go head to head and come face to face with their pasts and their worst fears, while the fate of the world hangs in the balance. Can either of these women succeed in changing the world a second time, or will their desires come at too steep a price?
Adult, Fantasy, Romance, 366 pages
I’m going to die... was the only thought to run through Caralain Dashar’s mind as even breathing shallowly came only with great effort past Dipaul Valorence’s powerful grip.
Oversized and over-muscled, the blonde-haired and dull brown-eyed bully held her by the neck with one arm outstretched. In the other hand he held another woman the exact same way. This woman had long black hair that hung perfectly straight almost down to her waist. She had blue eyes and a pale oval face and she wore a light blue dress over knee-high black boots. Every detail of her appearance except her outfit was an exact replica of Caralain’s own.
This woman is my Mirror. Caralain couldn’t help but stare at her double, despite the desperation of her circumstance. She knew enough about the Mirror World in which she found herself to know that every person here was replica of someone from the realm she came from, but it was a different thing altogether to look into the eyes of the twin you’d never known. It’s only her personality that differs from mine. She’s my opposite, really. Just like looking into a mirror and seeing the image flipped. It still looks the same, but it isn’t exactly.
She met her double’s eyes in that moment and saw that hers too were filled with fear as she clutched at Dipaul’s thick hand around her neck. Time seemed to slow and even though Caralain knew she was about to die, she forced herself to take in every single detail as if trying to burn these final sights into her memory.
“That one,” Tendro pointed, his words condemning Caralain rather than her Mirror; the lack of hesitation in his choice was heartbreaking.
Without warning, Dipaul loosed his grip in his right hand and her Mirror fell to the ground, her hands going immediately to her neck as she gratefully gulped the air. Caralain forced herself to turn her gaze away from the eeriness of watching herself choke and cough while trying to breathe and she scanned the room instead, looking for anyone who might have the heart to come to her rescue before it was too late.
Rolling her eyes to the left, her gaze fell on Tendro. Tall and handsome with dark brown hair and dark brows over steel grey eyes, he looked to be in the throes of a moral crisis, even though he’d already announced his choice for all to hear.
What do you have to feel conflicted about? You’ve already condemned me so why do you care? The anger in Caralain’s thoughts startled her with its intensity as she regarded him, his black and gold mage outfit reminding her so strongly of the Tendro Seynor she knew and loved deeply. But this isn’t him, she reminded herself. This is his Mirror, just as the other Caralain over there is mine.She hardly saw Dipaul’s other hand coming for her before someone else in the main room of the little cottage they were in spoke, startling her. She’d almost forgotten that Mirena Calanais had come with her and was still here. As much as they were travelling companions for now, Caralain had no illusions that Mirena wouldn’t hesitate to leave her behind if it suited her. She was just that kind of person.
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