![]() Her distressed reflection shrieked another question, mimicking her voice. I could see the horror in the wide-eyed shock of Esme’s reflection. ‘Why did you have to show me that? My healed cuts peeling open, bleeding like I’ve just cut myself.’ I watched as Esme covered her eyes with her hands, trying to obliterate the sight of her cuts. I lay on my bed, pretending to sleep, listening to her discussion with her own reflection.Įsme stared at her reflection shining back at her from the other side of the glass. Today, I caught her doing it, and without meaning to, I slipped into eavesdropping mode again. She did this whenever her emotions threatened to crumble. Mallon Book excerptĮsme had the habit of talking to her imaginary friend, her perfect reflection-Sunflower Esme. Bloodstone (The Curse Of Time Book 1) by M.J. ![]()
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