LOGIN“What?” he hissed.“It wouldn’t be a real breakup, of course,” I said. “Just a fake one. Publicly. Just to make Bianca think she won.”Callum’s face went blank. “You’re joking.”“I’m not.” I sighed. “Look, I know it sounds insane, but if Bianca thinks we’re done, maybe she’ll stop focusing so much e
Liora’s POVBy the time I made it back to campus, the sun was starting to set and my stomach was rumbling for dinner, but I felt to osick to eat. Shirley rumbled to a stop in her usual spot. I put the car in park and sat there for a moment, staring at the steering wheel.During the long drive home,
“Someone like Callum,” I whispered.Mrs. Oakes nodded. “She just needs enough to make him mark her. Then, once the bond is in place, she will have a direct connection to his mind and therefore no need for magic. She will be able to compel him to do whatever she wants, and she will be able to step in
Liora’s POVThe exterior of the building we found ourselves standing in front of was grimy, the windows dark and covered in bars. It was situated in a narrow alleyway on the other side of the city, and even from outside, I could smell cigar smoke and beer.“A tavern?” I asked, glancing at the headmi
Liora’s POVI pulled my hood up as I stepped out of the car, tugging the fabric down low enough to shadow my face. The royal city was bustling on Saturday afternoon, people streaming in and out of shops and cafes, completely oblivious to the disgraced princess who was walking amongst them.The witch
I stared at our hands, and in that moment, I wanted more than anything to tell him that I would do it. I wanted to tilt my head and expose my neck, right here in this greenhouse, and let him mark me. I wanted to be with him in that way, and bring my wolf back.But the truth was, bringing my wolf bac
“Bianca should’ve never let you get away with that attitude,” the lip gloss girl finally spat, chest heaving. “You’re a disgrace. To this school. To her.”Ah. There it was.So it was Bianca.I grabbed the closest girl by the arm and shoved her just hard enough to send her flying out of my stall, stu
LioraFor the first time in what felt like forever, I had been beginning to feel like a student again. Not a placeholder. Not a problem. Not a royal complication disguised as a girl in borrowed time. The last few days had offered something rare. Quiet mornings with Mia where we shared too-hot coffee
“You didn’t have to do this,” I said quietly.“I wanted to. I know you act like you don’t care. But we see you, Liora. We all do.”The lump in my throat didn’t make it all the way up. I swallowed it down, hard.“Happy whatever-this-is,” she added, grabbing the cracked candle with both hands and ligh
And then, in the middle of my last class of the week, a note arrived—folded neatly, passed from hand to hand from the front until it landed on my desk with a kind of delicate finality.The principal would like to see you immediately after class.My heart didn’t race, not at first. I wasn’t that naiv







