He looks like an angel…of death.
All I want is to dance ballet.
All he wants is to dance on my grave.
One tragic mistake sets me in Gant Auclair’s warpath.
A warpath I thought I’d dodged two years ago.
But the game doesn’t stop until Gant says so and he hasn’t forgotten where we left off.
He hasn’t forgotten anything.
I’m the very air that he breathes.
Every day.
Every hour.
Every second.
This book is part one of a duet and therefore NOT a standalone. It is a semi-dark, boarding school book with mature new adult content.
