Princess of Shadows: A Dark Fae Fantasy Romance by Olivia Hart (read me a book txt) 📕

With a deep breath and a prayer to whoever was listening, I stepped through the mirror.

And tripped on the edge of the mirror on the other side.

I let out a little shriek as I fell into the man in the black cloak, grabbing the edge of the cloak to keep from falling. He pulled away from me, and I slipped to the floor, falling face-first into a pile of old fast-food wrappers.

A soft growl came from the man, and I scrambled to my feet. He was holding two black glass knives in his hands as he crouched. He looked ready to get into a knife fight with me. The knives gleamed in the dim light of what looked like a crack house.

“Hold on!” I said, putting out one hand as if I could stop him from whatever he was planning.

He just stood there, silently watching me as I wiped the disgusting mess off my face. My heart was beating so fast that I wasn’t sure if I was going to die to those wicked-looking knives or a heart attack.

“What are you doing here?” he growled. I tried to see his face, but it was shrouded in shadows by the hood.

I started taking steps back toward the mirror. “I saw your cloak in my mirror. Then… then, the mirror wanted me to touch it.”

What in the holy hell had I been thinking going through that mirror? This guy had used some kind of spell to walk through a freaking magic mirror in the middle of the night. He was wearing all black, and everyone knew the guy wearing all black was the bad guy. This must be what those blondes in scary movies felt like right before they were eaten by the monster.

He slid the knives into strange white sheathes on his belt and stood up straight. That made me feel a lot better. I was sure he could still do very nasty things to me if he wanted to, but those knives were more than a little terrifying.

“I guess this was bound to happen,” he said with a sigh. Then, he pulled his hood back, and I saw the man from the club. The man from my dream. It had all been real. All of it. Or I was completely off the reservation, and this was all some kind of schizophrenic nightmare.

Jet-black hair that hung down to his broad shoulders. Small strands of it crossed his face as though a wind were constantly blowing around him. A long face with a sharp jawbone and no facial hair at all. Dark red lips that seemed to curl in a smile even though he was pissed. Lips that somehow begged me to kiss them. Lips that called to me.

But his lips were nothing in comparison to his eyes. Piercing blue eyes that burned white-hot. Impossible to forget. Even more impossible to look away from. It was like he could see inside me, like he could touch my soul without moving his hand.

And yet, I managed to speak. Poorly. “Tinkerbell?” I asked hesitantly. As soon as I said it, I realized that this was probably not the right time to call him anything even remotely funny.

“No. But yes.” I blinked, and he seemed to understand my confusion.

“My name is Sebastian, but you called me Tinkerbell in your dream.” He leveled those piercing blue eyes at me and sighed. “Now we’re officially fucked, Rose. There might have been a way out of it all before, but not anymore.”

“Why? What’s going on?” My heart had started to slow down when he’d put those knives up, but now that the big bad guy seemed scared, it kicked on the turbos, and I was positive that the heart attack was going to win out.

He looked like he was about to say something when he moved to the mirror. I followed his eyes and saw my room from this side. So weird. This guy had been watching me while I was sleeping. I could see my bed from here.

The thought was gone almost as soon as it flashed through my mind as I realized what Tinkerbell had been interrupted by. A man dressed almost exactly the same as Sebastian was in my room. He held the same black glass knives in his hands, except his were already covered in blood.

Whose blood was that? Only Tiffany and Sasha were still in the sorority. Had this guy freaking murdered my sorority sisters?

“Fuck,” he whispered in a voice barely audible even to me. I began to ask him what was going on, but he put his hand to my mouth, his other hand going to the back of my head.

All I got out was a squeak, but that was enough. The man in my room turned around almost instantly and began stalking towards the mirror. My eyes got wide as I realized that he was about to jump through the mirror just like both of us had.

Sebastian realized it at the same time, and without saying a word, he lifted me up and threw me over his shoulder. I began to scream, but it didn’t seem to matter to Sebastian what I did at this point.

He reached out and touched the ground next to us. “Hold on,” he whispered, and I immediately gripped his cloak in both hands. What kind of madness was I about to get into now?

He exhaled deeply, and then he hopped into the shadow that lay underneath us. He didn’t hide in it. He literally jumped into a hole in the floor that wasn’t there.

For a half-second, I felt a heavy pressure surrounding my entire body. Darkness and silence filled my senses. Darkness and silence that was so intense, it was blinding and deafening at the same time.

Then everything came back into existence. It was like when a movie or a song stutters for just a moment, and that silence or darkness is impossible to miss. But then everything