She stepped into view.
Beautiful.
Eyes like midnight, framed by lashes too golden for this place. Silver hair. A mouth that should’ve been illegal. Her clothes were baggy, hiding her shape, but I didn’t care.
I was done for.
“There you are,” I breathed, grinning.
A taser slammed into my back.
White pain.
Then nothing.
Chapter 4
Seph
I watched them drag the boy away. For half a second, I wanted to reach for him—to stop them.
They were hurting him.
But Lyra caught my arm and turned me aside.
I jerked back. “Don’t touch me.”
She only sighed. “Don’t be rude. I’m taking you to your room.”
“Does that mean I’m done—”
The warden’s door shut in my face, cutting off the words and leaving me standing there—stupid and dismissed.
“You’ll learn a few things during your time here, Persephone.”
“Seph,” I said firmly.
“There are many people here you should avoid when you can.”
“Who was he?” I asked, watching the retreating figures of the guards.
Lyra rolled her eyes, refusing to answer. “Follow me, Persephone.”
I dragged my feet behind her as she started talking.
“There are a group of—shall we say—reprobates who walk the halls of Darkmoor,” she said. “That was one of them. His name is Ash, and he’s a psychopath, so I suggest you steer clear. He unfortunately spends a lot of time with K, one of the hottest guys here.” She blushed slightly and touched her hair. “K is also off limits.” Her eyes narrowed.
“Is K your boyfriend?” I asked her.
She glared at me. “He’s off limits. That’s all you need to know.”
“What did he do? Ash, I mean.” I asked, unable to help myself. “I mean, why is he so bad?”
Those eyes had struck me. I couldn’t stop seeing them in my mind.
“Ash would sooner rip a guard apart and play with his entrails than have a normal conversation. He’s bad news, Persephone. Most of the people here are. You need to be careful.”
“I don’t want any trouble,” I said.
