empty so he could use it for himself. Eli reached in again and pulled out a very worn, very loved book. It had a green cover with iridescent greenish-blue dragon wings, a silver heart, and a crown with blue jewels. “Of Heart and Wings.” I took the book and clutched it to my heart. The cover was wrinkled, the spine broken, pages were dog-eared. It looked as if it had lived many lives. It had, with me. I lost count of the times I’d read it since Sev first handed it to me. When he gave me the series, he told me he thought it would help me learn about myself. “What is it?” “I know it might seem
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