My senior year at Taylor Prep was supposed to be amazing.
The rogues had done everything they could to destroy me, but it only ended up forcing all of us closer together. I now had my boys around me, and I thought that nothing could separate us...
...but the council was mad enough to kill.
One tiny problem. They wanted my blood, but it's not mine that was shed.
When battle lines are drawn and mistakes are deadly, every move matters more than the last.