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249 pages, Kindle Edition
Published April 16, 2026
Brenwin couldn’t help himself. Just as the man was past him, Brenwin turned around and tossed the pen he was holding onto the ground so that it landed right where the man was walking, and he stepped right on it. It didn’t trip him much, he didn’t even fall, but it was enough. The top book on the stack came down along with the ink. Brenwin was around the corner out of sight when the sound of shattered glass met his ears. Brenwin could only imagine the mess it was making all over the archmage apprentice’s sparkling clean floors. So much for being almost done. It was a shame Silas would never know who to thank for the inconvenience.
A bitter corner of his heart whispered for revenge: hurt her, the way others had hurt him. He shoved the thought down.
The royal golden boy had dared to call him, Jack Brenwin, a monster. Just because the mage had slain a dragon and a chimera while still an apprentice didn’t make him an expert on monsters. Brenwin knew monsters. The mage had no idea. The fool.
He wondered what kind of excruciating pain she’d endured to become what she was. This was how it always was with magic. His anger burned.
Brenwin had thought that a friend was someone whose company you enjoyed, and he still found Silas—with all his optimism and magic and royalty—grating.