IT RAINS AT NIGHT

The heat from their proximity suddenly vanished and her blood ran cold.

What the hell is happening?

As he saw her fear growing, he cupped her face as if he tried to shield her from what he knew. She rested her hand on his, the cold touch of his ring was a stark contrast to the warmth emanating from their hands. "I need you to tell me what's going on."

His lips formed a sad smile and softly stroked her cheek, "Nothing that will put you in harm's way."

He brought his face closer to hers, his hair falling to his eyes and concealing his face. His eyes refusing to meet hers.

But she realized his breathing was heavier and ragged. A flicker of worry adorned her face.

The number of times he warned her and even threatened her to leave was unsettling and alarming but she couldn't understand where it came from. Her frown deepened, "What aren't you telling me?"

His eyes finally reached hers. It held an intensity that sent chills through her body.

"Don't you see it?"

* * *

Best friends, Katherine Rawlings and Harley Stavropoulos harboured a deadly secret as they roamed the halls of the Silvercross Academy. All it took was one horrific night to unleash havoc and land themselves in the arms of the two most powerful kings at the school.

Enter Armani Machiavelli.
"Love, believe me or not, I couldn't care less."
Heartless, controlling and has the world's shortest temper.

Don't fall.

Enter Rafaël Alviano.
"We're not going to hurt you princess, unless that's what you like?"
Heartbreaker, charming and has an immeasurable ego.

Don't taste.

When they all joined a secret society for the elite, things started to take a darker turn. Secrets were unveiled but it was already too late, they were merely pawns in a twisted game.

Will their bond help them rise or will it sink as they drown further?

And most importantly,
Who is more deceiving, the creator or the player?

"Checkmate."