Some people are marked for greatness, some have all the luck, and some catch their boyfriend boning his secretary in the middle of the workday. Sick of being replaceable, I throw a dart at a map and ghost the jerk, ready to build a life that can't be packed up in an hour like I never existed at all. My fresh start comes to a bloody halt when I hit a dangerous man with more scars than sense on my way into town, someone that even the hospital is afraid to touch.

MistHallow Academy will be my sanctuary, a place to hide from my family's sinister plans for my wild magick. That was the plan, anyway. Instead, I've stumbled into a web of dark desires and deadly secrets. They're everywhere—in my classes, my dreams, my blood. Three men, each more dangerous than the last, circling me like predators stalking prey.

You want my advice? Never look a gift horse in the mouth. You don’t want to see the rotten teeth. In this case, the gift is a scholarship to attend the prestigious Neveah University. The rotten teeth? Well, they came in the form of my brand new stepbrother and his little cohort of entitled, arrogant best friends. Four dangerously handsome and stupidly wealthy men who made up their minds about me long before we met. Men who are used to getting everything they want no matter what the price.

One letter. That was all it took to change the course of my life forever. Typing too quickly in the application program cost me my dreams of finally being accepted for who I am and now I'm stuck here. Discordia University's acceptance made everything I knew go up in a puff of sulfur. Demons are real and they just admitted me into their elite boys' school. Unfortunately, my name is Kat, not Kit, and I'm a girl.

Nine years ago, my sister died at Firestone Academy. At least, that's what they claim. I don't believe their lies about a tragic accident. Now I've come to face the trials myself — tests that will determine which Quarter I'll serve for the rest of my days. But I have other plans. Behind these ancient walls, dark magic pulses through every stone, and three elite shadow weavers rule absolute. The Princes: Beaufort Lincoln commands shadows like breathing, his charm masking deadly intent. Dray Eros weaves darkness into deadly art, violence wrapped in seductive smiles.