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Mia is eighteen, a college freshman, and a master of disappearing in plain sight. In the middle of a loud, suffocating party, she finds a locked room to escape the noise. She isn't looking for a connection; she's looking for the numbing, distorted peace that only Angel Dust can provide.
Christian is twenty-two, a senior, and he's at his breaking point. Driven by a hair-trigger temper, he's tired of the girls who run from his aggression and them telling him to dial it back on the aggression and be softer with them. He likes things rough, unfiltered, and intense-a reality that has left him isolated even in a crowd. When he storms into what he thinks is an empty room to cool his rage, he finds Mia instead.
He doesn't judge the smoke in the air or the vial in her hand. For the first time, he doesn't feel the need to bite his tongue. He sits down, takes the hit, and lets the chemical haze bridge the gap between his anger and her silence. In the blurred, slow-motion reality of that room, Christian sees something in Mia's eyes-a stillness that suggests she might be the only person who won't break under the weight of his darkness.
THIS IS NOT FOR THE FAINT OF HEARTS. LOTS OF TRIGGER WARNINGS