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What if monsters don't have a face?
In the bitter winter of 1888, Cassandra Thawne vanished from her families estate. To the world, she was a flighty girl escaping her father's doting care.
But Elara finds a stolen correspondence between Cass (alias Castor) and a mysterious Pollux. The trail leads to the one place a lady can not go.
Blackwater Academy. A brutal fortress of iron discipline, tradition, and duels concealing buried secrets Elara is there to unearth!
The truth is the deadliest trap of all . . .
Elara, now disguised as Ethan, is desperate for answers and will go about by any means to piece the puzzle together that is Julian.
Despite shearing her hair and donning her brother's discarded uniform, it's like he sees through her act. Even when her brother Leo can't!
Elara doesn't like the unexpected, but at least making friends with Silas and Laurie made her finally believe she could belong.
"You're out late, Thawne," Julian whispers, his voice vibrating in the small space. He doesn't look at me yet, but his hand lingers on the shelf, effectively pinning me in. "Or should I say you're up to no good looking for something that doesn't want to be found?" he scoffs, staring down at me with a heated glare.
"I'm exactly where I want to be, Mr. Nightshade," I retort, shoving the arm practically caging me into the bookcase away. He offers no resistance as I stalk off, and I'm thankful because that close proximity was giving me unnecessary tingles that I can't afford to dwell upon .