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352 pages, Kindle Edition
First published March 1, 2016





“Mermaids blush when clothes unmake the man!”

“That brings up an interesting point, Miss Verity. You’re the only one who’s seen Sarah Buckley dead.”
“Uh, no. I’m pretty sure whoever killed her and moved her body saw her, too.”
Bree Blair is so perfect you can’t even hate her properly.
She (Bree) envelops me in a rose-scented hug. She doesn’t just look perfect, she smells good, too. I should hate her. But I can’t.
“Cami, I’m serious. I will never be Bree Blair, and I’m not going to be the kind of girl who goes after someone else’s boyfriend, either.”
The only thing that could possibly make the situation more awkward would be for me to have one of my uncontrollable psychic fits.
So, of course, I do.
My eyes fill with tears from the sharp pain in my arm and I lie there for a second trying to decide if my elbow is broken or just missing the top layer of skin.
I look up at him, and my heart gives a funny little flutter. “The virgin hides the truth!” I yell in his face.
“You don’t say?”
“I pretty much wish I hadn’t.”
“I decided upon the simplest course of action.” He stands up, and I’m pretty sure this is the part where he’s going to go all Henry VIII on me and either lop my head off or order one of his minions to do it. “I called your mother.”

