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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It had been a few days since I'd returned from the Night Clime. Training for the Royal Trials had been intense, but I enjoyed every second of it. With every hour spent sparring or reading through history textbooks was another hour I was free from the thoughts that threatened to plague my being. I scoured through the rules of the trials, making sure I knew exactly what I would be getting myself into.
