I thought I knew danger after my first few weeks at MistHallow. I was wrong.
The bonds between me and my guys have grown stronger, deeper, more twisted. Our magick intertwines in ways that defy explanation.
But our connection has unleashed something dark. Ancient. Hungry.
Whispers of a forgotten ritual echo through the academys halls. A ritual that could grant unimaginable power – or destroy us all.
My wild magick is spiralling out of control, responding to their darkness in ways I never imagined. Im losing myself in them, in the intoxicating blend of danger and desire they offer.
But were not the only ones after the rituals power. Enemies lurk in the shadows, some wearing friendly faces. Trust becomes a luxury I cant afford.
As the lines between love and obsession blur, I have to ask myself: am I strong enough to control the chaos weve unleashed? Or will I succumb to the darkness?
