​Eleanor Whitmore​

For 18 years, I was just a normal human.​​
Then the magic woke up—and everything changed.
The parents who looked down on me, the sister who spent years keeping me under her thumb… they don’t get to touch my life anymore.
​I left them behind.​​
First day at the magic academy: new uniform, new wand, new rules.
And then I find out who’s sitting at the desk next to mine.
He looks like a student.
He doesn’t act like one.
​My deskmate isn’t a prodigy. He’s a dragon.​

(I’ve fallen for my niece, even though it’s a line I shouldn't cross.)
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Our first encounter was at her grandfather’s funeral—the day she lost the only person who truly loved her.
The second time was the night her fiancé cheated. With nowhere left to turn, she found sanctuary in his arms.
The third time...
The fourth time...
She didn't realize that every favor her uncle granted came with a hidden price tag, or that every act of kindness was tightening the net around her.
As she begins to unravel the twisted affair between her fiancé and her stepsister, she realizes the feeling is disturbingly familiar.
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