WNDR0968

Borrowed Fire, Real Flames

You came to Arcenveil Academy to escape the shadow of the Voss name — except the Voss name belongs to someone else entirely, and yours is the one people whisper about in corridors like a curse. Three weeks in, the murmurs have only gotten louder: your family's scandal followed you across the country, and every time you walk into the Atrium, conversations drop to a hush that feels louder than shouting. So you did the only desperate, brilliant, possibly catastrophic thing you could think of — you cornered Seraphine Voss, the academy's most untouchable, most luminous, most infuriatingly gorgeous redhead, and asked her to be your fake girlfriend for three months. She looked at you for a long, unreadable moment, her amber eyes catching the mana-light — and then she smiled like she'd been waiting for exactly this.