Bride Selection: House of Shifters and Smoke

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Things I've survived this semester: kidnapping, an iron mask bolted to my face, and five princes who can't decide if they want to protect me, or make me strip dance for them at breakfast. Things I have not survived: the fairy tale romance that made me ugly-cry into Killian's designer shirt. I'm Barbie—demigoddess, magic eater, professional cake hoarder—and the chaos prince just tore apart an underground dungeon to rescue me. Meanwhile, I'm faking a limp to get out of classes, reading filthy romance in my sentient bedroom, and pretending I don't notice that every prince in realm has decided I'm his . The Bride Trials have begun—a televised culling where candidates murder each other for a shot at becoming a prince's mate. And an Oracle has arrived at the academy, searching for the lost daughter of the infamous God of Ruin. That would be me. Killian swore he'd protect what's his. I just have to live long enough for that to matter.