Hunt the Stars (Mirrorside #2)
But, as she finds out, running away doesn’t mean that her story is over. In fact, it’s only just begun—
You’ve got to be friggin’ kidding me!
It’s bad enough that I fell through an antique mirror and ended up in the enchanted forest of the Other. I thought I’d seen it all after being chased by giant scorpions, getting shot at by a mysterious archer, and being hit on by a horny satyr. Yeah, right.
Thank the stars that I had Hunter, the gorgeous huntsman who’s been at my side since I landed here. Without him, I would’ve been scorpion chow within minutes. Kind and strong and a pleasure to look at when he isn’t wearing his hooded cloak, trying like hell to get back home to my condo and my cat wasn’t so bad as long as I had Hunter.
Then I met Alex, the mysterious archer I mentioned, and he dropped the bomb on me: he’s my brother.
Hunter’s been lying to me all along. He’s not helping me go home. He can’t. No one can.
Apparently we’re stuck in some stupid story. The magic of the Other? It brings people to this weirdo world to relive ancient Greek myths over and over again and I can’t leave until the story is over.
No one will tell me how the myth of Artemis and Orion ends.
Orion keeps whispering in my ear, telling me how our story is supposed to go: find Artemis, fall in love with the maiden goddess, and die. It’s what happens every time—there’s no way around it.
But Noelle isn’t like any Artemis he’s ever known. She’s feisty and loyal and looks at me as if staying chaste is the last thing on her mind.
At least, she did. Before her damn brother came along and told her what I’d carefully been hiding: portals only open to the Mirrorside after the story is told.
Until I die, and she—one way or the other, depending on the tale—kills me.
There’s no way to change the ending. It’s as old as time, and the magic of the Other ensures that our story will end as it has countless times before.
Then why do I feel like Noelle is meant to be mine? Not Orion’s, and not for a little while, but forever?
I don’t know, and maybe it’s pointless, but I’m going to do everything I can to show Noelle I love her—even if I have to sacrifice myself so that she can finally go home.
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