Magic cannot be given away or rejected; it is as permanent as life itself. Not that I'd know anything about that. Magic is both impossible to obtain and illegal for commoners like me.

So when I unexpectedly witnessed a brutal, deadly confrontation between two nobles, I assumed that was the closest to magic I'd ever get. Until I woke up the next morning with the unmistakable glow of power in my blood.

Dropped unprepared into a maze of deception, murder, and boring parties, my only hope is to hide who I am and somehow discover the truth of what happened that bloody night.

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2020 nanowrimo project and [participant in the Royal Road Writathon challenge]