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Chapters (68)
  1. Dedication
  2. PROLOGUE
  3. THREE MONTHS LATER
  4. PART ONE ORDER
  5. 1
  6. 2
  7. 3
  8. 4
  9. 5
  10. 6
  11. 7
  12. 8
  13. 9
  14. PART TWO DISCORD
  15. 10
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  17. 12
  18. 13
  19. 14
  20. 15
  21. 16
  22. 17
  23. 18
  24. 19
  25. 20
  26. 21
  27. 22
  28. 23
  29. 24
  30. 25
  31. PART THREE ROOTS
  32. 26
  33. 27
  34. 28
  35. 29
  36. 30
  37. 31
  38. 32
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  40. 34
  41. 35
  42. 36
  43. 37
  44. 38
  45. 39
  46. 40
  47. PART FOUR SPLINTER
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  50. 43
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  52. 45
  53. 46
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  57. 50
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  63. 56
  64. 57
  65. 58
  66. AUTHOR’S NOTE
  67. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  68. ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Words stream from my lips before I think about them too carefully. “And he looks like a gladiator. Like those oddly hot dudes on the sides of pottery from ancient Greece? Tall and athletic and”—Nick, pointing me to safety with his sword, his eyes hardened with both fear and focus—“heroic.”

“Ahh!” Alice collapses onto her side. “See, that’s the good stuff. Even if gladiators are Roman.”

I poke her knees with my toe. “How about you? Any ladies catch your eye?”

She swats at my foot. “Nice try, but your deflections don’t work on me. I’m immune. Let’s talk about how you have a crush on your peer mentor. Like, the person who’s supposed to be teaching you all about school? And tutoring you on how to achieve success after your brief descent into delinquency.”

“ ‘Crush’ is the wrong word. I just met him.”

“Bree.” She grabs my ankles with both hands. With a face drawn in mock solemnity, she declares, “This is like a book. Or a TV show where everyone has great hair and is way too old to play a teenager. You are literally a walking rom-com right now.”

“Alice.” I kick until she lets me go and hops up with a grin.

“I’ve got to go meet Teresa,” she says, walking backward and pointing at me, “but when you get back tonight, you’re telling me everything, Briana Matthews!”

I smile, even though I can’t tell Alice everything. Not ever. Not if I want to keep her safe.

20

WHEN I KNOCK on the door to the Lodge that night, it’s Evan who answers.

A grin splits the redhead’s face. “There she is! The Page who finally brought our knight-errant out of the woodwork.”

“Knight-errant?” He moves aside and I step through the door, shaking out my umbrella. It started drizzling on my way over.

“Yup,” he says, taking my umbrella and dropping it into the bronze holder in the foyer. “That’s old-timey for a knight who does their own thing and wanders around and stuff.”

“And that’s Nick?”

He smiles rakishly. “Not anymore.”

“Evan, you’re a frat boy by day and a Squire for an ancient order by night. How do you keep up with it all?”

“Magic,” he says, and bows with a flourish.

I laugh, but then I think of Alice and my split life. “No, for real. How do you lie to Charlotte every day about who you are and what you do?”

He winks. “Lies are easy when you’re fighting for the right cause.”

“Hm.” I consider my own lies and cause—and the person who’s lying to Evan and the entire chapter on my behalf. “Do you know if the knight-errant is here?”

“Who’s the knight-errant?” An amused voice interjects from the top of the stairs.

“There he is!”