LOGINAngela has spent her entire life believing she’s human. Raised in an orphanage with no memory of her parents, she earns a rare academic scholarship to Eclipse Academy, a prestigious school where the world’s most powerful supernatural races learn to control their gifts. Surrounded by dragons, wolves, vampires, witches, fairies, and fae, she is convinced she’s the only ordinary student on campus. But when a mysterious curse begins to awaken, bringing with it unbearable pain and impossible abilities, Angela discovers her entire life has been built on a lie. Hunted for a bloodline she never knew she possessed and forced into the path of Xavier Blackwood, the arrogant Dragon Prince she can’t stand, she must uncover the truth her parents died protecting before an ancient enemy finds her first. Some bloodlines were meant to disappear. Hers refused to die.
View MoreXavier’s POV “You shouldn’t have thrown her.” Blaze sounded irritated for what had to be the tenth time. I rolled my eyes. “I didn’t throw her. I moved her out of my chair.” “You dropped our girl on the floor,” He reminded me loudly. “Our girl?” I scoffed. “She’s a human.” “What if she’s hurt?” The question made me glance toward her. Angela was pushing herself up slowly, one hand braced against the floor while the other rubbed her shoulder. Did I actually hurt her? No. There was no way. Humans were fragile, though. Maybe I’d used more strength than I realized. “Go check on her,” Blaze insisted. I ignored him, but my eyes stayed on the tiny brunette. She wasn’t getting up nearly as fast as I expected. Every movement looked cautious, almost stiff. Was she really hurt? Before I could think about it any longer, her loudmouth friend spun around and glared at me. “You meanie.” I blinked my eyes rapidly. Meanie? Out of every insult she could’ve used, she picked meanie. She drama
Angela’s POV The loud sound of my alarm shattered the peaceful silence of my room. I groaned and blindly reached for my blanket, dragging it over my head as though an extra layer of fabric might magically silence the obnoxious noise. Unfortunately, it didn’t. The alarm continued screaming at me while I buried my face deeper into the pillow. Nope. I refused to acknowledge that morning existed. The bedroom door swung open, and I didn’t need to peek to know exactly who it was. Stephanie practically radiated sunshine twenty-four hours a day. “Wakey wakey, eggs and bakey!” Her cheerful sing-song voice made me groan even louder. The mattress dipped as she climbed onto the edge of the bed, and a second later my blanket began sliding away from my face. “Come on, Ang,” she coaxed, tugging harder. “We’re going to be late.” With every ounce of determination I possessed, I yanked the blanket back over my head. “I’m going to be late,” I mumbled from beneath the covers. “You can go.” For a m
Xavier’s POV I went to my bedroom to forget. Forget her. Forget the silver shimmer behind her neck. Forget the ancient illustration buried inside a book that should have had absolutely nothing to do with an irritating human who somehow found a way to invade every thought I’d had since orientation. It wasn’t working. I lay across the bed with one arm behind my head, staring at the ceiling while the afternoon sunlight stretched across the room. I’d planned on taking a quick nap before dinner, hoping a little sleep would clear my head. Instead, every time I closed my eyes, I saw the same thing. A flash of silver. A mark. A page from an ancient journal. With an irritated groan, I sat up and swung my legs over the side of the bed. “So much for that.” Blaze’s quiet amusement rolled through my mind, though he wisely kept his comments to himself. I changed into a pair of athletic shorts, tugged on a fresh academy shirt, and slipped my shoes back on. Sitting around wasn’t accomplishing a
Xavier’s POV The door to Suite 501 slammed behind me hard enough to rattle the picture frames hanging on the wall. Good. Maybe if I made enough noise, I’d shake the image of one unbelievably irritating human out of my head. I tossed my keycard onto the marble island in the kitchen, where it skidded across the surface before coming to a stop beside a bowl of fruit. Normally, I’d have cared enough to pick it up. Today? Not happening. “This is your fault,” I muttered. Blaze remained suspiciously silent. That alone should have warned me. I opened the refrigerator and stared inside without really seeing anything. Shelves lined with neatly prepared meals, fresh fruit, bottled drinks, and enough food to survive a small apocalypse greeted me, yet nothing looked remotely appetizing. All I could see was a pair of stubborn golden eyes glaring back at me. Mr. Lizard Boy. The name repeated in my head. My eye twitched. “She started it.” Blaze’s amused rumble echoed through my mind. “I didn






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