An Heir Comes to Rise (An Heir Comes to Rise, #1)

by C.C. Peñaranda

Everyone has skeletons in the closet, and those who claimed otherwise were usually the ones with the most to hide.

She always did have a horrible sense of other people’s emotions, and it was a curse she’d learned to live with.

“So you’re going to be my teacher?” He nodded. “In mind skills, sword skills, and…other skills, if you find yourself lacking,” he added suggestively.

When she locked eyes with herself at the end of the song, her heart skipped. But was that Nik’s heart she was feeling?

“Screw the damn consequences.” She pushed up on her toes, hands going to the back of his neck. Then his mouth met hers, and the stars awoke, chasing away the darkness that had started to engulf her.

“There will never be another like you, Faythe. Human, fae, highborn, commoner… Never another soul like yours.”