{"id":262820,"date":"2026-07-14T14:09:52","date_gmt":"2026-07-14T11:09:52","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/hidden-within-the-secret-heart-tessa-cole\/"},"modified":"2026-07-14T14:09:52","modified_gmt":"2026-07-14T11:09:52","slug":"hidden-within-the-secret-heart-tessa-cole","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/hidden-within-the-secret-heart-tessa-cole\/","title":{"rendered":"Hidden Within The Secret Heart – Tessa Cole"},"content":{"rendered":"
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My gaze caught on the greenhouse with its enormous sheets of glass that still amazed me every time I saw them. Before arriving in the Gray, I\u2019d never seen a window that size before, and while it was cloudy like a lot of windows in the human realm, I knew from the clear enormous glass windows above the doors in the Black Tower\u2019s great hall, that the glass didn\u2019t have to be that way.<\/p>\n

Near the stables, a fae guardsmen maneuvered a wheelbarrow full of manure toward the outer wall as if it didn\u2019t weigh anything. Except I knew for a fact just how heavy the load had to be, and I was grateful I hadn\u2019t been assigned stable duty again for my second rotation. It had been days, and my body was just starting to feel normal again.<\/p>\n

Even without having been forced to run on the trail until I\u2019d collapsed, I doubt I would have survived another full rotation hauling manure. Payne fell into step beside me as we crossed toward the gatehouse. Ahead of us, Reef walked with his hand on the hilt of his sword, his posture more like a guardsman than a healer despite his pale blue doublet, while Garridan looked nervous.<\/p>\n

I couldn\u2019t blame the other novice. It had been made perfectly clear in our evening classes that while the practice yards and the running trail were protected by magical wards that prevented shadow monsters from attacking us, nowhere else \u2014 and that included the road to the fae ring \u2014 was protected. We marched straight to the Tower\u2019s gatehouse, a thick structure built from the same massive stone blocks as the rest of the fortification that framed the large arched entrance. The heavy wooden gates stood open just wide enough for a pair of riders or a wagon to ride through.<\/p>\n

The two guardsmen manning the gate watched us approach with wary expressions, and one muttered something under his breath that sounded a lot like a curse. Yeah. Payne wasn\u2019t the only one who thought taking two novices beyond the Tower\u2019s walls was a bad idea.<\/p>\n

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OceanofPDF.com A Quick Recap When I took my brother Sawyer’s place as a sacrifice to the Black Guard, I knew my life would never be the same again. What I didn\u2019t expect was to find myself trapped between two worlds. In the Gray, I was Sawyer \u2014 a nobleman hated by the other guardsmen. They saw me as entitled and weak, and every day was a battle to survive their “lessons” and hide my secret.<\/p>\n

In the Garden, every time I fell asleep, my spirit manifested as a fae woman. And that fae woman was kidnapped and almost forced into unwanted mating bonds by a bunch of fae men led by Wells and Crane. My Fantasy Man, Rider, Talon, and Quill saved me, and I killed Wells in the struggle, but Crane and three others escaped. On top of that, I was trapped in the Garden by a magical bracelet Wells had put on me, and the power in my mating marks grew out of control, overwhelming me with desire.<\/p>\n

But my Fantasy Man, Ash, helped me, caring for me and protecting me like he\u2019d always done despite me learning that he was another Captain of the Black Tower, and despite the fact that he thought I\u2019d reject him for the horrible scars marring his face and body. But I could never reject him.<\/p>\n

I believed he wouldn\u2019t abandon me like Talon and Quill had when Rider had commanded I run on the running trail until I threw up. I\u2019d already seen Ash\u2019s soul and knew it was beautiful. It didn\u2019t matter what he looked like. Rider and the others brought a fae knight to hear my testimony and a healer to help me, who thankfully put my blazing mating marks to sleep.<\/p>\n

Sure, my sleeping marks might never wake up, but I didn\u2019t care. I wasn\u2019t fae. I wasn\u2019t supposed to be searching for my mates to begin with. The only downside: because of what had happened to my marks, the overwhelming desire I\u2019d experienced before they were put to sleep could still flare up, making me desperate for sexual relief. With that settled \u2014 and absolutely nothing else, like the bracelet still trapping me in the Garden \u2014 the High Priestess summoned me to her throne room.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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