The rarest healer in the world. The most inconvenient one too.
For eighteen years, everyone agreed I wasn't gifted. Everyone was wrong.
Turns out, I'm the rarest kind of healer—of body and mind. I fix people while they sleep—walk into their dreams, sort out the mess, and slip out before breakfast.
One night it's a dungeon. Another night it's a warzone. Occasionally it's just taxes.
Nobody warned me about the taxes.
I have no clan, no rank, and a single goal: acceptance to the prestigious Cube Academy on the other side of the world. But it won't be an easy task. One Grand Prince wants me drafted, and another has sent assassins to ensure I won't take the entrance exam.
Well… It's their problem now. Chaos runs in the family.
Grandpa would be proud. Probably.
I've had worse Mondays.
