This place is called Blackchurch. A secluded manor in a remote area, where the rich send their wayward sons. Will Grayson has always been a real beast—untamed, wild. He never followed rules except one: do what you think you need to do. In high school, he enjoyed trapping me in corners when no one was watching. Otherwise everyone would have understood what Mr. Popularity needed so badly: that quiet bookish girl he liked to tease. But I know something else. How gentle he can be. And how desperately he will protect me. The truth is that he has the right to hate me. It’s all my fault. Everything. Night of the Devil. Video. Arrests. And I don’t regret anything.