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546 pages, Kindle Edition
Published April 29, 2024
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"It was on this night 173 years ago that the founders kidnapped the girl two of them were interested in, dragged her into the woods behind the school, and took turns defiling the pretty little virgin."
"I also fucking want it in a way I can’t explain. It’s not rational. It’s primal. Selfish. I want to force my way into more than her pussy. I want to make her keep me forever, even when the day comes that she won’t want to anymore."

"See, with a girl like Brynn, you fuck her once, and you have lifetime access no matter how much you hurt her. A girl like that will suffer for you. You can put her through hell, and she’ll still love you if you pluck at her heartstrings just right and tell her pretty enough lies. Yet somehow, despite her deeply rooted issues compelling her to be a fucking fool for you, she’s not an idiot. She has a brain, she just doesn’t use it to make romantic decisions." -- Hex, Blue Blood Society Member


A chill of unease ripples down my spine, but I ignore it.
He stops in front of a door off the kitchen, and when he pulls it open and I see stairs leading down into a dark abyss, I look up at him uncertainly. The basement? He gestures for me to go first. I don’t want to make him think I doubt his motives when he hasn’t given me any reason to, so I take the first couple of steps and wait for him to turn on the light as he comes down behind me. The light doesn’t flip on. The stairwell goes darker as he closes the door behind us.
She’s not dumb enough to follow this fucker down into the basement, right? She glances up at him uncertainly. He smiles to reassure her. Then she walks through the doorway like a goddamn lamb to the slaughter. Goddammit.
“Obviously the guy knew you were a virgin…”
My face warms with embarrassment. “He may have… jokingly—I thought—asked about my body count.”
He stares at me. “Your body count.”
His dry reiteration embarrasses me even more. “I know it sounds douchey…”
“Because it is absolutely fucking douchey.”
“But he didn’t seem… I don’t know, it sounds stupid now.” He shakes his head.
“If a man ever asks you that question, he better be asking how many people you’ve killed. Only a fucking loser would ask that otherwise.”
“I don’t want you to go.”
Killian’s voice behind me slows my steps, but doesn’t stop them.
I don’t answer him, and apparently, he doesn’t like that.
His voice harder but rawer at the same time, he says, “Don’t go, Brynn.”
My heart aches, but I have to. I need time to sort out my own thoughts, time away from him to process everything.
“It’s not goodbye,” I say softly. “I just… need some space right now.”
“I love you too, you know. All I want is you. No matter what happens, I hope you know that.”


“Killian Walsh only looks like a dream come true. In reality, he’s a beautiful nightmare, and I don’t want to get pulled so far under that I can’t wake back up.”