Sienna Evans has spent two years perfecting the art of not caring what Draco Malfoy thinks. A system that works right up until the week her mother dies and everything she thought she knew about her own family falls apart with it. A cousin she never met. An aunt who never wanted her. And underneath all of it, a rivalry with the one boy who's spent two years trying to get under her skin, and is somehow the only one who notices when she's drowning. He's cruel in the way boys are when they've never been told to be anything else. She's guarded in the way people are when softness feels like something that gets taken from you. Between library arguments, dungeon proximity, and the slow, humiliating discovery that hating someone and needing them aren't always as far apart as they seem, something starts to grow. ✦ • ° • ✦ " What have you done to me Sienna?" "Hating you would have been so much easier."