Vengeful Dove by KC Kean

Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice … I’ll never trust the same again.

Not after I was finally beginning to let him in.
I have enough on my plate with The Sanctum, their Institute Games, and generally trying to stay alive. I certainly don’t need to be worried about a shameless golden retriever, a silent enigma, or a guardian asshole.
My magic doesn’t haunt me like it once did, but it should now The Sanctum aren’t the only ones intent on using me as a weapon. Every turn I take is warped with secrets that unravel, only to reveal another layer of unwanted surprise.

I’m walking a fine line between death and… death.
Everywhere I turn, someone is trying to take something from me. Well, I have nothing left to give. All I have is me, myself, and I.
Elodie Blackwood.
Loner. Survivor. Scythe.