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Topher Kaelen’s star magic fizzes around him, and he’s convinced one kiss can’t win anyone over—until fire mage Beckett Marlow smirks back, “I’m exactly that good.” After three years of dancing around their rivalry, one scorching kiss knocks Topher off his feet, caught against Beckett’s chest. But proving it was just the beginning.
Beckett leans against the training yard's stone wall, arms crossed, watching Topher's starlight fizzle in the dusk air. 'One kiss won't win anybody over,' Topher says, and Beckett's smirk sharpens. 'I
Topher's mouth trails fire down Beckett's neck, and Beckett's head falls back against the stone wall, his fingers twisted in Topher's dark hair. The starlight and fire magic spiral around them, a silv