obsidianwords
" I was raised to be perfect. He arrived to ruin it beautifully."
Pheobe has spent her entire life being shaped into perfection.
Future High Priestess of the Night Court.
Master of all six elemental magics.
Symbol of purity.
For twenty years, she has lived untouched by men, by the world, by any emotion deemed "too human" for a vessel of the Mother.
On the night before her coronation as High Priestess, Pheobe casts a forbidden spell meant only to reveal her mate.
Instead, she summons him.
Now a half-asleep, shadow-wrapped stranger is trapped in her room and the magic won't release him until she confesses a secret no one knows.
One candle.
One spell gone wrong.
Two people who were never meant to touch.