Aro Hawken Trent. Polite. Sweet. Such a proper young man. And, as I’ve heard, he’s a virgin. Hawke never messes around with girls—probably because Jesus forbade it to him. So now he’s playing hero, protecting another girl from me. He calls me an aggressor. Unhinged. Reckless. A criminal. Let him call me whatever he wants—I’ve heard worse words. Hawke might try to get between me and my money, but he’s never had to fight for food. For that, a rich, neat schoolboy doesn’t have the guts. HAWK— I surprised her. You should’ve seen her face. No criminal record, cute—doesn’t mean my hands are clean. I just know how not to get caught. But this time, I think I went too far. We get caught at the scene of the crime. It’s dark around us. Police arrive. We have no choice. We run along High Street to Quinn’s bakery, where I take Aro into an underground bar that everyone forgot about dozens of years ago. The doors are locked; the cops have cordoned off the building, not even realizing we’re right under their noses. For an indefinite time, I’m forced to hide in plain sight in the company of a nasty girl—a tough one. A rude one. A dirty one. A thief and a criminal. But getting lost among her in all those empty rooms, I start to see Aro from a completely different side. She’s smart. Brave. Tender. Sexy… Everything changes. It’s something about this place—it affects people. In Shelburn Falls there’s a stupid city legend about mirrors: you can’t lean your back against them, because they’re gates. And we intentionally stepped into the looking-glass. I don’t care about the district archive files. There was never an underground bar here. This is the Carnival Tower.