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Eileen (Eye--Lean) is a sixteen-year-old Highborn mage. Old magic runs through her veins.
From a young age, she's practiced and trained to be the next ruler of the Organisation. She mastered the art of spells, potions, crystal work and deciphering runes. A master of mages, many called her.
However, on one fateful night, she slipped up. Eileen has done something unforgivable, and the love and adoration she felt turned into venom in a mage's veins. Hated by not only mages but humans, Eileen must navigate her way back to the Mage World and reclaim a life she's always wanted -- to be left alone working on her runes.
But something stirs in the night. Something mysterious in the form of golden eyes. It rumbles like a dragon's growl, prowling towards its prey.
In a world filled with magic, danger lurks around every corner. Golden eyes, silver eyes, blue eyes, green eyes, brown eyes. Someone wants her dead, but who?
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