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Tessana Allisand had a family once. A home. A title. A future. Until one night when everything she loved was taken from her. Secreted away to an isolated monastery in the farthest region of the realm, Tess was raised in the silence of monks and the loneliness of tragedy. And there she would have stayed if the dark magic that killed her family hadn't finally found her. With her identity discovered, Tessana must face the home she fled all those years ago. The Crown of Nine must return to its rightful place and Tess must be the one to carry it across the nine kingdoms.

My name is Clover Calloway, and I've lived two separate lives. The first, I like to call "my past". My rock-star days of playing in one of the hottest bands on the planet are over. Along with the most volatile, beautiful, tragic love story of all time. Over the past five years, I've settled into my second life. My "normal life". The life where I'm admittedly a little bored, but also safe. My past wasn't boring. But my past broke my heart into a million, unfixable pieces. And the man responsible for the shattering of me? Malachi Porter, lead singer and mastermind of Bright Tragedy.

Tessana Allisand might have proven that she's the oldest living daughter of the dead king of Elysia, and that she's the rightful heir to the Seat of Power. Forced to wait until her twenty-first birthday, Tess is supposed to be learning how to navigate court life and all the ways she will one day rule. But circumstances and her nefarious uncle keep getting in the way of her education. While Tess is pampered with the luxuries of castle life, the rest of the kingdom suffers under the oppressive thumb of the Ring of Shadows. Tess alone must find a way to stand up to the dark magic.

One night. One big mistake. One boy that changes everything. Britte Nichols has a plan. And it's a good one. College. Med School. Illustrious career. Then maybe a husband. Possibly children, but she doesn't want to get ahead of herself. Britte decided at a young age that she wasn't going to let love get in the way of her future. She has things to do. Places to go and all that. Until the night she has one too many drinks and lets lust override logic. Beckett Harris is gorgeous, talented, and completely bad for her. But she wasn't the only one feeling fireworks that night.

My personal life is falling apart. And to make matters worse, my best friend's brother keeps popping up at all my worst moments to save the day. I've never claimed to have it together, but I certainly don't need a man to rescue me every time I get my heel stuck in a sewer grate. Except that's what keeps happening. Vann Delane is pushy and stuck up and thinks he knows everything there is to know about everything. I've decided to stay away from him. I've got too many other fires to put out to worry about the something between us that doesn't have a name.

I'm over men. I'm done with them. Or at least the ones that work in my kitchen. Fine, one man in particular. Wyatt Shaw is cocky and condescending and so far out of his element that he doesn't know which way is up. Or how to run his brand new kitchen all by himself. That's where I come in. Sous chef extraordinaire. Second in command. Bane of his existence. I am the reason Wyatt's doing so well as the new executive chef of one of our city's most prestigious restaurants. He has me to thank for his glowing accolades and five-star write-ups. Only if you were to ask him, he'd say I'm his biggest problem.

I was there the day the wall fell from the sky. The day they gunned down my mother and permanently separated the rich from the poor. I was there the day my father decided he could force utopia on a certain half of the population and leave the rest to rot. Pragmapax was once a great city, the only remaining outpost of civilization in our part of the world. But now, divided by an impossible wall, we've become two cities. Two peoples that despise each other. Two different ways of life—one idyllic and peaceful, the other savage and lawless. Civil war seethes in the air, breathing down our necks.