The Lost and the Chosen (The Lost Sentinel, #1)

by Ivy Asher

“How do you call this a house?” I ask rhetorically. “This is the kind of place that has a name like Chateau be Jealous of All My Money.” I look around in complete astonishment. Aydin and Evrin guffaw with laughter. “I’ll get a plaque made,” Lachlan deadpans, and I see the faintest hint of a smile before the asshole in him scares it away.

“Your Greatness, you are not simply a caster, but we suspect the last of the line of Sentinels.” He pauses dramatically, and I stare back at him blankly. Not deterred by my lack of reaction, he continues excitedly. “It was thought that the Sentinels died out almost a thousand years ago,

Sentinels were caster royalty. They had stronger, more gifted magic, and therefore, they ruled over and protected the caster race since the first spark of magic.