Prologue
The first time the girl was hidden, the world did not notice.
A spell was cast.
A face was blurred.
Beauty was smudged into something forgettable, and the truth was tucked beneath heavy glasses and quiet shadows.
No one questioned it.
No one ever does.
But spells are not eternal. Glamours crack. Illusions bleed.
And when hers begins to shatter, eyes will turn.
Some in awe.
Some in fear.
Some in hunger.
Because the girl mocked as plain was never meant to be ordinary.
And the moment the veil breaks, she will be hunted.
