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“Yeah, I’m fine. Just didn’t expect to see… that.”
“He’s a dog.”
“Yeah.” There’s a tightness in her words as we head for Reese.
“You know, Tally, I love my brother dearly, but he isn’t the kind of boy you want to get tangled up with.”
“You think… god, Liv. No. No way. I hate Oakley. He’s like the bane of my existence.”
“Okay.” I nod. “If you say so.”
“I do.”
She’s sounds convincing enough but I know all about the fine line between love and hate.
I just hope Tally knows better than to try and walk it…
Especially with someone like my brother.
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Prologue
Mia
“You’re not ready?” My mother freezes in the doorway, her expression slipping. “But we leave in less than an hour.”
“Do I have to go?” I protest. “The whole thing seems like such a waste of time when we all know he’s going to be paired with Brook.”
Not that I would ever want to hear my name called. But at least if there was even a shred of mystery around which girl was going to be chosen as Cade Kingsley’s prosapia, it would give the evening some entertainment value.
“Mia, sweetheart,” she comes up behind me and places her perfectly manicured hands on my shoulders, “the Eligere is a rite of passage, you know this.”
My stomach twists. “But it’s just so… so archaic. Dressing us up like virginal brides in front of all those people…”
No, thank you.
“Mia, this isn’t a punishment, it’s a gift.” She lets out a soft sigh. “I know Cade showed preference to Brook during the courting phase, but it doesn’t mean anything. Only Quinctus can decide the fate of an Electi.”
God, she makes it all sound so normal, when living in a town like Gravestone is anything but.
As soon as you start high school, you hear the whispers about this place, the traditions… the strange rules. And if you’re lucky enough—or unlucky enough, as the case may be—to descend from one of the founding families, you get to reign supreme over the rest of us lowly folk, forcing us to partake in these ridiculous rites of passage.
Please. What girl with even an ounce of self-respect and aspirations wants to end up tied to one of the Electi?
