The Queen's Curse

An orphan girl makes a living for herself and her little sister, Uma, by pickpocketing off the streets of Manhattan, New York. However, her whole life flips upside down when a stranger knocks on her door one morning and tells her she isn't human-- she's Fae.

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He was not human. Definitely not from around here with his tailored suit and clean face and horrifyingly captivating accent. His voice, his eyes... I didn't listen to much folklore, but he would've fit the character of the Devil perfectly.
As I stared at his grim, devastatingly handsome face, I couldn't help but wonder if this was my end. The Devil coming to repay the Girl of Many Deaths with one final death; hers. How fitting.
I wonder if they'll call my death an accident or suicide.
"Let's do this the easy way. You need to try and understand me for that to happen, though." The man's voice morphed into an unwanted caress, gliding over my bare skin and burrowing into my head. "I'm Draven, a Fae from a mirror realm known by our kind as Anukatria. I've come to take you back into the lands which birthed you."
I instantly regained use of my mouth. "I'm sorry, what?"
"You are Fae. A powerful one at that, might I add. The fire you set yesterday altered our nation to your presence, and I was sent with an offer to train you, from the High King himself. To protect you from further such... incidents." His eyes narrowed ever so slightly. "Should you choose to accept."
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** INSPIRED BY STORIES OF SARAH J. MAAS **