I’ve spent my whole life wanting quietly. Wanting politely. Wanting in secret. Never able to admit I want to be seen. Then one rainy night, my mirror opens. On the other side? Hell. A silver plain.
Hungry creatures. And a demon with mercury eyes who already knows my name. Envy is beautiful. Terrifying. Ancient. And somehow, impossibly, he’s been reading me for years. He says I’m not invisible.
He says every secret want I’ve swallowed has led me straight to him. He says the bond between us won’t complete unless I choose it. He says I need discipline, honesty, intimacy . . .
And when he looks at me like I’m thing he’s ever covetted… Maybe I’m done wanting quietly.
