Ocean of Ink (The Obsidian Academy Duet #1)

Letter

My dearest Castien,

How theatrical you’ve become. You certainly have spent too much time with your cousin.

I must confess that the idea of having you in chains brings a smile to my lips. To ensorcell the future emperor of the Lucent Enclave is no small feat. The power is likely to go to my head.

Truthfully, your words would flatter me more if they were for me and not my Gift. I know some say there is no telling a person apart from their Gift, but I don’t think that is so. Or perhaps I merely hope it isn’t true.

In any case, I long to be more than what the Tides forced upon me. Do you ever wish you knew a life without your Gift?

As for my price, I have only one: more letters from you.

Your storyteller,

Wren