Her first class was Elemental Combat, and she already hated it. Everyone paired off, showing off their gifts—flames danced, lightning cracked, water rose into whips.
Elyra stood alone.
Until he walked in.
Tall, silent, with silver eyes that shimmered like mirrors, Kael Ashthorn was the academy's mystery. Half-starlight, half-shadow, they said. Dangerous. Untouchable.
The teacher pointed. "Kael, pair with Elyra."
He didn't protest. Just walked over, studying her like she was a riddle.
"I don't have magic," she whispered.
"Everyone does," he said. "You just haven't bled for it yet."
What did that mean?
Then he took her hand—and for a moment, her skin glowed.
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