Mountains Made of Glass (Fairy Tale Retelling, #1)

by Scarlett St. Clair

They believed I was cursed to lose everyone I loved, and I was not so certain they were wrong.

“Do you even know where she is?” the mirror asked. I paused at the door and looked over my shoulder. From this distance, I could see my reflection. “Likely in her room,” I said. “She cannot walk.” When he said nothing, I turned fully toward him. “Why?” “No reason,” he said airily. “But if I wished to woo a woman, my day would start and end with her.”

“You have five days! Five!” “I can count!” “Then make them count!”

“This is torture.” “Ah,” he said, lips grazing the bottom of my stomach. “But is it good?”

“I came,” I said. “And you did not have to call.”