Veiled Wings by Mazzy J. March

I grew up human…
But I am fae. A little fact my parents failed to mention the entire time I was growing up. Then when it was time to apply to college, when all my friends were taking the SAT, I was informed that would not be necessary. I was a legacy to the Sciathian Academy, a private college so exclusive, I would find it in none of the brochures in my high school counselor’s office. No need to fill out an application or take the SAT. They apparently had their own tests… No financial aid forms because the families who sent their children there had funded the school with a legacy a long time ago. No need to do anything but show up and settle into my dorm.
Pretty sweet. Also a little concerning
Especially when the private jet lands at an isolated airfield and I am ushered into a long, black car along with three other girls who all seem to have known one another since kindergarten and who are chattering away in another language. Gaelic, I think. And since I’d just left behind everyone and everything I knew, this did not bode well for the future. If everyone spoke this language, how would I even attend classes? Or pass a test?
As if Fae Academy wasn’t hard enough, there are three guys that all want to date me.
Wait, do fairies date? I think they have soul mates or something. Heck, I don’t even know what my powers are yet. I was never in the spotlight in high school, so why in the world am I the shining light here?
Just when I decided to buckle down and study to be the best fairy I can, the whole world breaks open. For some reason the headmaster thinks I am the one who can intervene. I can’t even move a pebble or conjure up a rain cloud and they want me to save us?
Dream on.
I’m not the Fae for the job.