One Dark Window (The Shepherd King, #1)

by Rachel Gillig

The Mirror was next, to be invisible—unseen. She wanted old bones, so I gave her my Queen’s. But it felt incomplete, my collection yet whole. And so, for the Nightmare... I bartered my soul.

But a Prince is a man, and a man may be bled. He came for the girl... And got the monster instead.

Life had sheltered them, like pearls kept in a velvet pouch. And I—I was not made of pearls. I was made of salt.