Lysandra Blackthorn is everything her family expects her to be - pure-blooded, poised, and patient. The only thing she hasn't given them yet is the Dark Mark, and time is running out. Her twin brother Lazarus already bears it. So does every person she's ever known. The Blackthorn name doesn't produce hesitation - it produces soldiers. Then Lazarus nearly dies on a Death Eater mission, and the person who pulls him out isn't family. It's Mattheo Riddle. Voldemort's son. Her brother's closest friend. The most dangerous boy in Hogwarts and the one person Lysandra has successfully avoided making an enemy of - until she tries to thank him, and he makes it very clear he'd rather she didn't. What follows is a war conducted entirely in cold looks and sharp words across corridors, classrooms, and every shared space Theodore Nott gleefully engineers between them. Mattheo is cruel the way only someone hiding something can be. Lysandra is patient the way only someone raised among wolves learns to be. But sixth year bleeds into seventh, the real war bleeds into the walls of Hogwarts itself, and somewhere between the debt she never asked to carry and the boy who keeps pretending she doesn't matter - something shifts. The problem isn't falling for him. The problem is that loving Mattheo Riddle and becoming her family's obedient soldier are two things that cannot exist in the same person at the same time. And she's running out of room to be both.

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