My magic is dangerous.

 

Not oops, I accidentally turned someone into a garden gnome dangerous. More like I accidentally started a rockslide and buried a town in rubble dangerous.

 

It hasn’t exactly won me any friends, and my love life has been depressingly nonexistent.

 

Until Nick.

 

Nick is everything I’ve ever wanted. He makes me believe in happily ever after. He also has this annoying habit of making me believe I might actually deserve to be loved, despite the chaos and destruction I’ve left in my wake.

 

There’s just one tiny problem with loving Nick.

 

I’ve spent my whole life trying to control my magic, only to fail. But now things are desperate, and I have to make a choice. Do I keep living with the fear that I’ll hurt the people I love, that I’ll hurt Nick, or do I risk everything to get rid of my magic for good?

 

The answer should be obvious.

 

Except the only person who might be able to help me is an ancient elemental king living in the wilds of Iceland, and his solution comes with a dangerous price.

 

Because apparently getting my happily ever after?

 

It might actually kill me.

 

But I think I might be desperate enough to try it anyway.

 

 

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