" What do you think it feels like to evaporate? "
" What do you mean? "
" To just...vaporize.. cease to exist. To just turn to a gas, floating around. "
" You think up some weird shit, don't you? "
" ...I'm serious."
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Lucas Palmer. Walking stereotype. Soccer jock, kind of a himbo, blonde, blue eyes, golden boy.
You've heard this before, right?
His life revolves around popularity, his girlfriend's a bitch, he's depressed and in denial about, and there's this new Russian boy that he finds really cute.
Sometimes he thinks about evaporating. Then he remembers who he is.
Ilya Quinn. Also a walking stereotype. 'Emo' boy, transfer student, plays guitar, depression, owns a black cat, cuts himself, abusive father, wants to die.
Very different, aren't they?
Ilya always thinks about evaporating. Then he remembers that his dad is home.
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First book 🏒.
Starting college was supposed to be Violet Vale's escape plan.
New country. New city. New campus.
And then there's Ethan Maddox-tattoos inked like warnings, that infuriating smirk, and a six-foot-five presence that fills every room like he owns it.
Her brother's best friend.
Her worst enemy.
And now? Her accidental shadow at Northbridge University.
Violet's spent years trading insults and eye-rolls with Ethan, ever since he became an honorary part of her family. But there's nothing brotherly about the way he looks at her now-or the way her pulse reacts when he calls her Vi like it's some kind of challenge.
He's cocky. Infuriating. One year older.
And the only person on campus who makes her feel anything at all.
They're not friends. Definitely not something more.
But the line between hate and something far messier is starting to blur.
And when hearts get tangled...
Someone's going to fall.
Warning: May contain profanity and sexual content.