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268 pages, ebook
First published September 14, 2015

His expression hardened. "Do you trust us?"
I nodded, but I wasn't entirely sure.
"I understand that it's a lot to ask, Seph... to blindly trust people in a situation like this. But it's for your own good. We can't answer that question just yet - soon, but not just yet."

Cabe looked a little incensed. "We don't stalk her."Her old friend Matthew is cut from her life completely, even her brother Tariq barely sees her more than a few minutes at a time after she catches the Adair's attention. Case in point, after Seph receives a shock from her stalker and tries to tell Tariq:
"If she didn't want to be friends, we probably would." Noah countered.
Cabe tilted his head, considering this. "Yeah, ok."
"I should talk to Tariq too."The boys are extremely protective of Seph, essentially cutting her off from the world.
"No." Quillan brushed the hair from my face. "Sorry, Seph. Seeing you like this will only upset him."
"If both people are into each other, then a big romantic gesture works: Dobler. But if one person isn't into the other, the same gesture comes off serial-killer crazy: Dahmer."While objectively the heroes might look like crazy cult members attempting to indoctrinate an abused, vulnerable girl into their Zevgheni group, one important factor changes the game: sexual attraction. The truth is, Seraph totally digs the whole experience. She loves the attention and the racy steamy moments. So is it really wrong to indoctrinate someone if they're enjoying the hell out of it?




"You're a miracle, Seraph. You're incredible. You just don't know it yet. Now get the hell out of my classroom"
"Don't think like that about yourself, Seph. Even if you hadn't been one of us, we still have stalked you to the grave"





“He’s still pissed,” Cabe informed me. “And you’re a girl, so he doesn’t know what to do about it. He can’t beat you up. That’s how he usually deals with these situations.”
Silas growled, cutting his glare to Cabe for a moment, before returning it to me. “Hulk. Smash.” Noah chuckled.
“She can help if she puts on pants,” Quillan spoke up, sounding significantly uncomfortable. I spun around, eyeballing my art teacher. There was colour high in his cheeks, and his words echoed in my head again. My belly twisted, and I resumed my earlier routine of poking through doors until I hit a bedroom. Cabe was openly laughing at me by this time, but I slipped inside, hunted down a pair of boxers, and slipped them on underneath the shirt. I returned to the living room and spread my hands.
“Better?” The colour in Quillan’s face flamed brighter. Oops. These were his.
“We’ll see how you go,” Cabe added. “Do you need us to sleep on the floor so that you don’t disgrace yourself?”
“Get out,” Quillan muttered. “I’ll be…” He trailed off because my hands had just slipped beneath his shirt, seeking the warmth of skin. “Crap. Get Silas.”
“Yeah.” Cabe laughed, but it was a dark sound. “Good luck.”

“You trick people with your face, and then torture them. You cast all of that happiness out like a string of bait, and like the fools that we are—we pick up the other end and allow you to lead us to slaughter.”
“His phone rang again, and he turned it on speaker. “Adair residence—”
“Shut up, Cabe.” Silas’s voice filled the car. “Your Lexus isn’t a residence, and I know you’re driving, because I’m watching your GPS dot move down the road.”










