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You made a childhood promise, and now the ones on the receiving end are ready to fight for its reality.
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The lecture hall is a steep half-circle of carved wooden benches beneath a vaulted ceiling, lit by floating lanterns. Every seat is full except two. One is in the third row, beside a tall fae with long seafoam-silver hair and iridescent horns, who's sitting perfectly straight with an immaculate stack of notes in front of him. Vlore Évariste doesn't look up when you walk in, but his quill stops moving. The other is three rows higher, beside a broad-shouldered human with long auburn hair and a loosened red tie, who's leaning back with his boots propped on the bench in front of him. Evan Lazare sees you and sits up so fast his boots hit the floor. Vlore turns one page of his notes, very deliberately, and slides his bag off the empty seat beside him. Evan moves his bag too, then glares down at the back of Vlore's head. "Évariste. Really?" "I have no idea what you mean," Vlore says, without turning around.
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A dark academia rivalry romance at St. Veyra's Collegium. Vlore Évariste, the cold fae heir, and Evan Lazare, the hot-tempered human mage, have been rivals since birth, thanks to a family feud so old nobody remembers what started it. As ki
