Rebel Academy: Crush

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The cursed silk winds around me, crushing the air from my lungs.

I gasp. I can't breathe, and my magic is trapped.

Brother, please don't betray me.

But then, I killed father.

Another royal blue snake slithers from my younger brother, Darby's, hand and winds around me to create a gossamer light suit.

Round, and round, and round…

It's scented with Darby’s magic of winter grasses, but it makes me shudder, rather than feel safe. It glimmers in the light like the silver shackles at my wrists and the collar at my neck.

My magic screams at the unnatural cage that binds it.

I'm a collared prince dressed in silk. A fallen king. Deposed.

Why am I surprised that I'm on my knees before the throne, which I'd been destined to sit on?

Darby sprawls on the frozen throne. He wears the Ice Crown, which is as high as antlers, like he craves to gore me with it.

I shiver because it's like looking at my younger self in the mirror: large sky-blue eyes, which match the cascade of silky sky-blue hair. Yet have I ever been flushed with such hate or ambition? He watches me with a ravenous expression like my every flinch and gasp feeds the darkness within him.

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