For the Wicked

Aren's curiosity had gotten her into trouble before, but never a trouble like this. This was the kind of you're-never-going-to-see-the-light-of-day trouble. The kind that held heavy prices, the likes of which could only be payed with a life.

All over a fucking boy.

Godfrey's Institute of Learning was a prestigious academy that housed and taught nothing but the most eloquent girls in the country. Their teachings were old fashioned, and rules rigorous, but at least it was fairly normal.

The same couldn't be said for the boys school down the road, Abditive's Academy. Here, secrets were kept locked, the keys thrown away. Loyalty was hard to come by and danger lurked in ever dark corner.

When two completely different words collide, lives are risked and hope is left at the door.