Could she?
“Look!” He pointed to the darkness surrounding them. As she watched, hairline cracks splintered her world. “Someone is breaking the mirror. If you don’t leave, you’ll die.”
The cracks fanned out, becoming bigger. Mina held onto him. If they were going to die, she wanted to die with him—together.
He pressed his forehead to hers. “I love you, Mina,” he said breathlessly.
“I love you too.” Mina cried. Her heart was breaking at the thought of gaining him and losing him so quickly.
He looked at her, full of grief. “Please,” he begged as the walls around them started to crumble and fall. “Say my name.”
“Jared.” She grasped onto him desperately, scared of being separated.
“No, no more lies. Please. My name.”
Mina looked up into his pain filled eyes and knew what he was asking. Fae were tricksters, full of lies. They couldn’t be trusted, but here he was baring his heart and soul, wanting a piece of him to be recognized.
In that moment, their last, as the mirror finally shattered around them, trapping them together, she knew the truth. “I love you, Teague.”
Chapter 18
Mina flailed and fell out of bed onto the floor with a painful thud. She stared at the morning light pouring into her room. Her alarm clock showed a quarter past seven. Fifteen minutes.
She sat on the floor, her hands covering her mouth in horror at what she had just experienced. It had felt so real—even following their plan down to a T.
Ever had been stabbed and then destroyed, and Mina had tried to save somebody she thought was Jared and ended up dying as well.
But how? Someone else must have come in after her and smashed the mirror.
Was it a dream? A warning of something to come? Looking up in alarm, she saw that the mirrors were still intact. Mina and Ever hadn’t trapped him in the mirrors yet. In fact, Teague hadn’t even arrived.
There was still time. Not a whole lot, but enough that maybe, just maybe, she could save one more person before she died. This had to be more than a dream. It was a premonition. There was still another enemy to watch out for.
She grabbed the wooden bat from behind her bed post. She couldn’t risk losing Ever too. If she could just swing the bat and break the mirror, that timeline would be over. She hefted the bat, grunted and swung—but she pulled up short, changed direction, and hit the floor.
Screaming in frustration, Mina pounded the floor until her anger was spent. She tossed the bat on the floor and wiped her wrist across her brow, staring at the mirrors. This plan was supposed to save her life, but it would cost Ever’s. She didn’t want to sacrifice herself to save everyone, but she knew she had to. Destroying their mirrors trap was the only way to protect Ever.
Mina gripped the baseball bat again and swung. One by one, she destroyed each of the mirrors. Shards of glass littered the floor. She stepped toward the next, glass popping beneath her feet. She broke every single mirror.
Except her mother’s.
“Why mom?” Mina asked. She could just make out her own outline, blurred through her tears, and for a moment, convince herself she was talking to her mother.
“Why did you hide so much from us? Why couldn’t you have told us and given us the best chance to survive?”
Mina could imagine her mother’s voice answering, telling her she had the best chance ever—now—of saving not only herself, but her people, the Fae.
Angry tears slid down her cheeks. As Mina looked back up at the mirror, she knew what she had to do.
She grabbed her Unaccomplishments and Epic Disasters notebook and flipped it open.
“You are a new Grimoire. You are not made from Teague’s life but mine. No longer will you hold tales of my unaccomplishments and epic disasters. You will hold my greatest triumphs and happily-ever-afters.” She closed her eyes and felt her hands grow warm as power spread through her fingertips.
The notebook lifted off of the bed and spun in the air, before gently landing open on the bed. No longer a spiral notebook, the new Grimoire was a leather-bound journal with gold letters. She placed it on her bedside table, and on top of it the seam ripper. She hoped Ever would find it and know that she was passing the quests off to her. Ever would find the others and help protect her brother. Besides, she was better at being a Grimm and fighting Fae than Mina had ever been. She only wished she had thought of creating more Grimoires sooner, but they were made of journals. Hours of heart had gone into each book, and she had a suspicion that’s why they held the power they did.
Ever was hiding in a room down the hall waiting to ambush Teague. To make sure she didn’t repeat the dream, Mina needed to get away from the house. She grabbed a cross over bag from her messy floor and shoved in the dagger.