“My own personal whore, to use however I like, whenever I want. I’ll let Whit Lancaster ruin me behind closed doors instead. That’s when I strike a bargain with the devil. I’ll be ruined if my darkest secret gets out. And he promises to use my words against me. When he leaves me alone in the dead of night, he takes my journal with him. Let him possess every single part of me until I’m the one left a gasping, broken mess. My instincts scream to leave and let him suffer, but I can’t.
When I stumble upon him one night alone, I find him broken.
Yet his intense gaze scorches my blood, fills me with a longing I don’t understand.
His taunting words carve into my skin, shredding me to ribbons. The school with his family name on the sign. Cold, heartless and devastatingly beautiful, like the statues in our prep school gardens. Whit Lancaster burst into my life like a storm.
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