Angol
Rhys Waversea wants to watch the world burn, and Clayton Michaels will spark that flame.
It was supposed to be so simple. A fresh start where no one knows about the accident. No one knows I'm a deaf girl walking amongst the hearing, cocooned in my own silent world. So simple, if I had gone anywhere except Waversea Academy. Here, shadows cling to every wall. Privilege follows me like smoke, clogging my throat. There's a poison running through this campus, and it's wearing the face of the founder's grandson.
From the moment I set foot on site, I'm dragged into the middle of a war between two jocks who claim to hate each other more than anything else. One watches me like he's trying to unearth my secrets. The other shields me like he already knows them. Loyalties shift, the line between protection and possession blurring. I wanted a quiet life. What I got was a battlefield, and I'm the prize they're both willing to destroy in the name of victory.
