Faerie Misborn (Titania Academy #1)

Freezing cold winters, constant hunger: This was the life of a homeless orphan. This was my life. Then I got the letter.

I’ve been on the streets since I was born. It got very rough after my aunt got sick and died. But I made do.
The streets of New York city can very unforgiving, especially when times get desperate. Like in winter.
At least I never had to worry about the cold.
But then I got hurt. Things were looking very bad.
Then Chance showed up with the letter.
The letter that said I was misborn of the fae. A bastard, but the magic still counted.
The letter that said I’d been accepted into Titania’s Academy.

When the magic blood of the fae runs through your veins, they will find you, no matter what.