Rags to riches is supposed to be a nice fantasy. Going from a cheap London hovel to an elite fae institute should be amazing, especially when it involves a medieval castle.

It's just not so great when the aristocratic jerks in the Tower want to crush you.

It starts when a lethally gorgeous fae--Ruadan--hunts me down. He's known as the Wraith, and he's taken a vow of silence to snuff out illegal magic. Fae magic that I possess. The Wraith lets me live on one condition: I have to earn my place at the Court of the Shadow Fae. I'm a survivor. I think I can manage the competition.

Too bad the posh recruits have it in for me. Worse, I'm forced to share a room with the silent Wraith, who is as sinister as he is hot. All it takes is one slip-up, and I'm out. And at the Court of the Shadow Fae, failure means death.