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t midnight, its edges trimmed in black lace tha

lly invited to the Bl

ing shadows

your

kthorn Academy had taught her two things: nothing h

rattled

ll a

her nose-strikingly out of place among Blackthorn's polished elite. **Lena Choi**, the

ered, waving the invitation

Where the Vanthornes weed out the weak." She tossed a bundle of blac

-

Tower – One

eyes in the gilded mirror. The dress Lena had stolen fit surprisingly well-a water

ra said, catching Lena's wrist. The girl's forearm bore a

ous to kill." She pressed a vial into Akira's palm. "D

k who *they* were, th

They've never sta

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lroom – 1

that changed with their moods-smirks melting into snarls between steps. At the cente

or appeared at Akira's left. **Sebastian Thorne**, Lena had warned her-Kyler

sic st

ed from Herbology-was dragged onto the dance floor by

eas

Voss flicke

ling* itself away in translucent layers, floati

of candied violets. "They're making he

ged-shadows lashi

black tailcoat lined with silver thorns, hauled her bac

-

lcony –

free. "What the

He nodded toward the gardens below, where figures in antlered masks stalked

hy

I asked

"He's lying." She shoved Kyler hard enough to make him stumble. "The

tightened.

k struck

lowed from

d Akira's h

-

ge Maze –

d through the labyrinth. Behind her, hounds

y're *changed* students. Failed experiments." She press

ched itself f

to his face, licked blood from his

a whip of braided silver in his ha

r eyes," h

hip c

-

soleum –

yler barricaded the door. Blo

sarcophagus, her dagger

*alive*," Ky

hing scratched

tomb with swirling darkness. For t

w. "That's it. Let t

or sha