Angol
Enrolling at BCU was supposed to be my chance at freedom.
An escape from my parents who insist I follow in their footsteps as a Guardian of the Society.
Keep the members safe-that's what I'm supposed to do.
But how can I safeguard the students when I can't even protect myself?
Someone has been watching me.
His eyes burn into my soul like a branding iron. At night, he haunts my dreams and transforms them into nightmares.
And sometimes when I wake, he's there.
Standing at the foot of my bed in awe of my existence.
He isn't the one I fear most, though.
There are others who have their eyes on me, too.
Only their obsession runs deeper than Ridge's and I fear if I fall under their thumbs, I won't make it out of here alive.
There once was a sicko who lurked in the mist.
He preyed on my soul baring a closed iron fist.
His stare made me itch while his eyes locked me under his spell.
But taking his hand may be my only escape from this hell.
