I pressed the dagger against his throat. "Move and I'll kill you."
"Are you threatening me?" He winked. "Just my type."
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Seren Novastra was nine years old when she agreed to become a weapon undercover amongst her own kind for the Rebels, all to sav...
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warning
this book will contain: • language • violence • depressing thoughts • child abuse • fighting • • mentions of blood/gore •
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copyright
This book and plot is from my imagination only. All writing is mine. Please do not copy any of my work. Any correlation this novel has with anyone in real life or any other book is purely coincidental.
Seren Novastra was nine years old when she agreed to become a weapon undercover amongst her own kind for the Rebels, all to save her father — the king's — life. Ten years later, the sole heir to the Star Clime is now the most skilled assassin within the Rebellion, upholding her duty to keep her father alive.
The Royal Trials, a game in which every heir to the monarch must pass to ascend the throne, proves a perfect opportunity to execute the recent assassination missions she'd been assigned. Although, when plans go amiss, Seren is forced to take an unfortunate ally in her sworn nemesis - Killian Spade, prince of the Night Clime.
The clock is ticking. Seren must assassinate at the Rebels' request, complete the Trials, and ward off her surprising new allies — all while not getting caught. However, when further truths get revealed, it seems as though Seren may not be the only undercover assassin... and that someone may be hunting her.
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"You look surprisingly fitting," Killian drawled, "in my colors."
"These are hardly your colors," I hissed in response. "And how did you even recognize me, despite this horrid mask?" I fumbled with the straps, adjusting them to keep from digging into my scalp.
"Unfortunately," my nemesis said quietly, allowing his eyes to roam over my body, "I could recognize you anywhere."
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tropes
enemies to lovers slow burn only one bed who did this to you? nightmare trope forbidden love knife to throat secret identity
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updates
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milestones one thousandjune7th, 2024
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