You'd think I'd die in some cool or dramatic way — like saving a kid from a truck or getting hit by a meteor.
But no.
I died reading a novel.
For three days straight.
Without sleep, food, or common sense.
The novel?
Legacy of the Wand and Crown — a long, magical epic full of politics, princesses, powerful bloodlines, and one very perfect heroine.
I was supposed to stop at volume three.
Instead, I made it to volume nine… then volume twenty-two…
Then I woke up dead.
And when I opened my eyes—
I was no longer me.
I had become Celia Averna: a spoiled noble girl from that very same book.
A bratty, third-rate villain who shows up early in the story to bully the heroine… and gets expelled before the real plot even begins.
All I wanted was to finish one good book.
Now I have to survive in it.