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The Rite of Us

3 chapters

~8 min read

On his twenty-fourth birthday, Beckett Marlow's soulmate rite finally ignites, its fire magic leading him straight into the arms of Topher Kaelen—his academic rival and the one man who’s always gotten under his skin. But Topher has known all along, and he's made sacrifices to get Beckett here. Now that he has him, he isn't letting go.

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MEET THE CHARACTERS

Beckett 'Beck' Marlow

A 24-year-old mage with ash-blond hair perpetually mussed as if he's been running his hands through it, and storm-gray eyes that narrow when he's concentrating on a spell. His lean, wiry build speaks of years of disciplined study rather than brute strength, but there's a restless energy in him that makes him seem always on the verge of action. He's spent his whole life waiting for the soulmate rite to reveal his other half, and the fact that it led him to Topher Kaelen—his academic rival—has him equal parts furious and terrified.

Topher Kaelen

A 25-year-old star mage with sharp, aristocratic features and hair the color of burnt copper that falls in waves past his ears, framing eyes the deep amber of molten gold. He moves with a predator's quiet confidence, all lean muscle and coiled grace, his tailored black and crimson robes always immaculate. He's been obsessed with Beckett since the first day they met, and he's made a career of being the one person who can match—and occasionally outshine—his rival, all while hiding the depth of his devotion.

EXPLORE CHAPTERS

Always mine

Beckett follows the string of fire pulling and pulling He knows where he’s going before he gets there inside his head his screaming because how is it possible that one man has been avoiding because h

The First Kiss

Beckett's hand tightens around Topher's, the fire-thread pulsing hot against his sternum, and he steps forward until there is no space left between them. Topher's breath catches, his amber eyes dark a

The First Night

Beckett catches Topher's wrists, stilling the slow, reverent touches, and meets his eyes. 'I don't want you to wait anymore,' he says, voice rough. 'I want you to show me what you've been holding back