I was an advocate—honest. Don’t believe me? That’s the reason I was murdered. Fate—or the gods—decided to give me one more chance and sent me into a world of magic, aristocrats, and corporations. Only they forgot to give me both magic and noble blood, placing me instead into the body of a commoner. Still, something did come my way: the ability to read people’s emotions. Well then—I finally have a chance to do the work I love. Because being an advocate isn’t a profession—it’s a calling.