I'm a witch. In this world, witches get burned at the stake.
So I hid for years—played dumb, made no friends, lived like a ghost.
Until that letter sent me to Star Ring Academy of Magic. I thought I was finally safe. Then I met Kane Ashworth.
Dark Magic heir. The school's walking curse. They say anyone who gets close to him dies.
So when he sat alone in the back row, I sat down next to him.
Everyone thought I'd lost my mind.
But they didn't know what it felt like to be cast out by the world. I knew better than anyone.
That day in class, my magic spiraled out of control.
"There's a trace of Dark Magic in your power."
The way he looked at me changed. He started asking questions.
And all I could do was pray he wouldn't figure out what I really am.