Chapter 12 · free to read
Sixth Petal, on probation, with a spring festival counting down and a question I could not put down.
Sealed at eleven. Made immune to love-magic on purpose. Which is why my strongest hex, landing on him, did not bounce. It broke something.
Nobody at this school had ever seen his hands. Not once, in two years.
The Iceheart of Hexbloom, coming apart in a locked council chamber at four in the afternoon.
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