She ran to protect him. He let her go, thinking she was better off. Too late. The prisms have other plans. Two cursed necklaces that won’t stay quiet. A secret society watching from the shadows. A forbidden connection bleeding into dreams. I came to Paris to disappear. To keep him safe. But the magic came with me. And now, I can’t tell where I end—and the prism begins. The mirrors watch. They show me things that aren’t there. And when I close my eyes—I see him. I’m unraveling. Fast. And the shadow in the corner? It moves. It says it can help. But in this world, help is never free. And trust always costs more than you think. How long can I outrun the lies I left behind— before they reach through the dark and pull me under? For readers who crave slow-burn obsession, blood-stained magic, and a love that won’t let go—not even when you close your eyes.