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Lina Vance hoards secrets like currency in her underground newspaper, hunting for the one piece of leverage that will break golden boy Elias Ashford. But when she catches him slipping into the abandoned wing to vape—silver cross earring glinting in the dim light—she realizes his angelic mask hides something far more dangerous than rebellion. Now their magnetic loathing draws them into a game where every whispered rumor could either destroy them... or ignite something far steamier.
The photo is warm from the printer in Marceline's hand—Elias in the usual spot, head tilted back, a plume of vapor dissolving into the moonlight. She slides it across the library table saying nothing.
Elias Ashford. Middle child of one of the richest donors to the school. This school is filled with rich kids and expensive taste. Perfect for dirt that Marceline can track down. Speaking of dirt. Desp
Elias Ashford. Middle child of one of the richest donors to the school. This school is filled with rich kids and expensive taste. Perfect for dirt that Marceline can track down. Speaking of dirt. Desp
Marceline is obsessed with this. She walks around, very subtle. Her ears are eavesdropping in every interesting thing, word, conversation possible. She gets involved in hearing about rumours and inter
Elias doesn't ask anything. He knows she won't answer. Instead, he sighs and looks at the stars. "Tell me about your parents." Marceline asks. "No." Elias says instantly. "I want to know what I'm gett