I thought surviving the first few months at Discordia was a win--until The Caliphate Games were announced. Now, I'm being trained to fight in a deadly competition I shouldn't qualify for, juggling bloodthirsty rich jerks, sneaky headmasters, and living with seven demon hybrids who are way too hot for my sanity. My new 'brothers' are bound to me by some ancient ritual magic, but every look, every accidental touch, every too-long stare has my scarred heart racing. Even Jasper, the snarky, brooding prince who hates me, gets my motor running, and he makes me want to throttle him. They're a distraction I can't afford, especially when I'm just trying to survive. As if that's not enough, my powers are randomly waking up, making me a bigger target than ever. The headmaster's neck-deep in some sinister scheme, the royal families are gearing up for a brawl, and if my magic doesn't kill me, the truth about who I am just might. What am I and where did I really come from? The question isn't if the guys will figure out my secret--it's what happens when they do. Will they stand by me? Or will they let the world burn and leave me to go down with it? Contains mature themes.