A new school. Different rules. And one guy who looks as if he’s already read the ending.
Marat is bold, dangerous, and far too self-confident. He irritates me, draws me in, and from the very first minute shatters my sense of safety.
With his appearance in my life, anonymous notes, creepy photos, and black roses left on my pillow begin to appear.
Someone knows my habits. My routes. My weak spots.
This isn’t his game. But for some reason, he’s the one setting the rules.
And now I need to figure out who I should fear more — the one watching from the darkness, or the one who won’t let go of my hand.