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I survived my first year at Thornwick. That was the easy part.
They moved me to Stormwind Squadron—the military's dumping ground for riders who are too dangerous, too valuable, or too damaged for regular units. My new squadmates include a griffin rider who steals memories and a pegasus rider whose healing magic sometimes kills instead of cures.
We're the ones they don't trust. The ones they can't afford to lose.
The Forsaken are hunting anyone with royal blood. And my ability to amplify other riders' powers? That's a signature trait of House Vaelthorne, the royal family everyone thought died twenty years ago.
Turns out, I'm not just some foster kid who got lucky. I'm the last heir to a throne that doesn't exist anymore.
And Kael knew. The whole time...
He's keeping me alive by keeping me complicit.
And I'm falling for him anyway—for the man who kisses me like an apology while hiding the truth about why things with teeth keep finding me, who might have orders to eliminate me the second my bloodline becomes more valuable dead than alive.
Surviving first year was supposed to be the hard part.
No one warned me the real test is deciding who to trust when everyone's keeping deadly secrets.
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