by Candace J Thomas
Naomi has no idea the star-shaped burn mark hidden underneath her scarf is a mark of powerful magic, nor does she know the king of Parbraven is searching to collect all who bare the sacred scar. Never has she laid eyes on another soul branded as she was . . . until today. In a fine carriage, sitting alongside the prince of Southwick, is a young woman—the same scar vivid on her neck.