A Winter's Promise (The Mirror Visitor, #1)

by Christelle Dabos

On the contrary, he looked at her very closely while rubbing his ill-shaven jaw. He made a face when he noticed that Ophelia’s scarf, which hung down to the ground, was flicking back and forth like the tail of an annoyed cat.

“I had predicted that you wouldn’t last the winter, and you’ve proved me wrong. You deem me incapable of one day offering you a decent life; would you permit me, in turn, to prove myself?” He was speaking in small bursts, his teeth clenched, as if this matter demanded an enormous effort from him. As for Ophelia, she didn’t feel at all well. She had no desire to reply to him.

From Thorn she’d been ready for anything. Brutality. Disdain. Indifference. He didn’t have the right to fall in love with her.

The dice were random, full of surprises; they weren’t inevitably disappointing like human beings.