Nightingale (The Sensitives, Book 2)
Dawn Rae Miller
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This copy is from my own retail book from Amazon but when I ran through Calibre to remove the DRM I was left with a AZW3 format so had to reconvert to MOBI preventing me from tagging as retail.
Depressed and confused after her rescue from Summer Hill, Lark Greene trusts no one—not even herself. Cut off from Beck, all she wants to do is fade away and forget everything, but her mother has other plans: she wants to teach Lark how to master her Dark magic and pair her off with a new mate.
Lark is desperate to keep herself from going completely Dark, while also keeping Beck safe, so she allows herself to be drawn deeper into the dangerous, yet glamorous, world of the State. But as the Splinter Group launches attacks to wrest governmental control from the Dark witches, Lark finds herself drawing on her Dark magic more and more.
As her magic spirals out of control, no one around Lark is safe.
Certainly not Beck.
And not even Lark herself.
front of me move so that I can’t see the stage. Whatever is happening, the crowd loves it. I can’t even see the hover screens. A drawback to being short. All around me, people yell, stomp their feet and cheer. Then the crowd quiets down. “Dear people of the State,” the Enforcer woman begins. Her words have an Eastern society trill, which I find odd. Why not use our own Enforcers? I stand on my tiptoes, for a better look. Newscaster cameras buzz over the Enforcer’s head. “These Sensitives
Almost like code. No one glances in my direction or even acknowledges my presence, and for a fleeting moment, I consider walking out the door, back into the hallway filled with reporters and cameras and questions, and running. I don’t, of course, because being out there is a million times more dangerous than staying here, waiting for whatever it is I’m waiting for. Or maybe I’m too tired or confused to care. Or perhaps I’m just dead inside. As if any of that matters. Mother has made it clear
combination of hope and pity. Lead them, Love. That’s what you need to do now. Be a leader. With strong, even strides, I walk out to the wide front porch and face the gathered throng. The grief of the crowd courses through me and sends my magic into a frenzy. As I grasp the railing to steady myself, I let magic drip from my fingertips the way Mother taught me. Slow, even discharges. But even that can’t stop the onslaught of overwhelming, intoxicating emotions, and I fight the urge to do
guard. “Where do you live Dawson?” “A few blocks over. In a house much like this.” Sometimes I forget my male guards have families. They rarely speak of them. “I’m sure your home is lovely,” I say and glare at Kyra. I squint at the house. “Does she know we’re coming?” “No.” “Ring the bell.” A deep boom sounds inside the house. We wait a few seconds, listening, and then I hear it: feet rushing down a flight of stairs. The door flings open, and Lena stands before us. “Kyra! I thought you
lopsided smile. “Mostly for leverage. But also because I wanted you to have happiness. At least one person in this family should have that.” “Didn’t you think it was dangerous?” A light breeze sends her loose hair fluttering around her face. “I saw how he looked at you.” She balls her fist to her mouth. “It’s how Oliver looked at me. So, no. I never believed he’d hurt you.” The stars create a canopy of light above us and I tilt my head back, trying to find the North Star. It blinks at me, like