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Contents Title Page Copyright Notice Dedication Chapter 1. Tristan Chapter 2. Aziza Chapter 3. Leo Chapter 4. Tristan Chapter 5. Aziza Chapter 6. Leo Chapter 7. Tristan Chapter 8. Aziza Chapter 9. Leo Chapter 10. Tristan Chapter 11. Aziza Chapter 12. Tristan Chapter 13. Leo Chapter 14. Tristan Cha...
Contents Title Page Copyright Notice Dedication Chapter 1. Tristan Chapter 2. Aziza Chapter 3. Leo Chapter 4. Tristan Chapter 5. Aziza Chapter 6. Leo Chapter 7. Tristan Chapter 8. Aziza Chapter 9. Leo Chapter 10. Tristan Chapter 11. Aziza Chapter 12. Tristan Chapter 13. Leo Chapter 14. Tristan Chapter 15. Aziza Chapter 16. Leo Chapter 17. Tristan Chapter 18. Leo Chapter 19. Aziza Chapter 20. Tristan Chapter 21. Aziza Chapter 22. Leo Chapter 23. Tristan Chapter 24. Aziza Chapter 25. Leo Chapter 26. Tristan Chapter 27. Aziza Chapter 28. Leo Chapter 29. Tristan Chapter 30. Aziza Chapter 31. Leo Chapter 32. Tristan Chapter 33. Aziza Chapter 34. Leo Chapter 35. Tristan Chapter 36. Aziza Chapter 37. Leo Chapter 38. Tristan Chapter 39. Aziza Chapter 40. Leo Chapter 41. Tristan Chapter 42. Aziza Acknowledgments About the Author Newsletter Sign-up Copyright Guide Cover Title Page Dedication CHAPTER 1. TRISTAN Acknowledgments Contents Copyright Pagebreaks of the print version Cover Page iii v 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 32 33 34 35 36 37 38 39 40 41 42 43 44 45 46 47 48 49 50 51 52 53 54 55 56 57 58 59 60 61 62 63 64 65 66 67 68 69 70 71 72 73 74 75 76 77 78 79 80 81 82 83 84 85 86 87 88 89 90 91 92 93 94 95 96 97 98 99 100 101 102 103 104 105 106 107 108 109 110 111 112 113 114 115 116 117 118 119 120 121 122 123 124 125 126 127 128 129 130 131 132 133 134 135 136 137 138 139 140 141 142 143 144 145 146 147 148 149 150 151 152 153 154 155 156 157 158 159 160 161 162 163 164 165 166 167 168 169 170 171 172 173 174 175 176 177 178 179 180 181 182 183 184 185 186 187 188 189 190 191 192 193 194 195 196 197 198 199 200 201 202 203 204 205 206 207 208 209 210 211 212 213 214 215 216 217 218 219 220 221 222 223 224 225 226 227 228 229 230 231 232 233 234 235 236 237 238 239 240 241 242 243 244 245 246 247 248 249 250 251 252 253 254 255 256 257 258 259 260 261 262 263 264 265 266 267 268 269 270 271 272 273 274 275 276 277 278 279 280 281 282 283 284 285 Begin Reading Table of Contents About the Author Copyright Page Thank you for buying this Roaring Brook Press ebook. To receive special offers, bonus content, and info on new releases and other great reads, sign up for our newsletters. Or visit us online at us.macmillan.com/newslettersignup For email updates on the author, click here. The author and publisher have provided this e-book to you for your personal use only. You may not make this e-book publicly available in any way. Copyright infringement is against the law. If you believe the copy of this e-book you are reading infringes on the author’s copyright, please notify the publisher at: us.macmillanusa.com/piracy. For those of you fighting battles and facing monsters of your own. May you be victorious. CHAPTER 1 TRISTAN WHEN THE LIGHTS in the house went out, Tristan pushed through the gate with a nudge and left it swaying open behind him. A homemade bird feeder hung in the corner of the tiny yard; a set of wooden wind chimes knocked together softly, as if they, too, had secrets to keep. His footsteps landed soundlessly on the grass. Back door, kitchen window, living room with curtains drawn—these he flinched past, half expecting an accusing face would loom out of the darkness and stop him. Half hoping. But no one did. Before long, he found a bedroom. Huddling in the shadows with his back against the wall, he drew his master’s silver knife in a line down his palm. Blood welled up, and he pressed it into the window frame. His hands were littered with cuts—some fresh, others scarred over—from a year of this work. The blood of a bondservant was a signal. It would guide his master to this home, this window, and to the person inside. The first time had been the hardest. “Please don’t make me do this,” Tristan had begged, voice choked with humiliating tears, after their contract was sealed and his master had described the errand he was meant to complete for her. “Not yet, not tonight—” A pitiful attempt to stall, and it did him no good. “Yes.” Her voice seeped, sludge-like, through the woods. “Tonight.” Tristan had never been a brave person, and he didn’t want to die. So he’d obeyed. There were no tears anymore. Now there was nothing but the task at hand. He slept uneasily on a park bench with his backpack for a pillow and his worn-out coat for warmth. As he dropped off, she woke. From her prison in the woods, she sent her magic after the call of Tristan’s blood. Without