Kiss The Killer

Sloane Bennett doesn't cry.
She reapplies her lipstick.
At eighteen, she's already perfected the art of looking unbothered. Dark hair, sharp eyes, red lips that never smudge even when the world does.
Her humour? Dry enough to start fires. Her coping skills? Questionable.
When a girl is found dead on campus, Sloane studies the body like it's a psychology case study.
"Honestly," she mutters, "at least she looks good."
People think she's heartless.
She's not.
She just learned early that emotions make you weak.
Her father taught her that.
Love is conditional. Approval is earned. And crying is embarrassing.
Her older brother, Adrian, was the favourite. The golden child. The one who got warmth instead of expectations. They used to be close until they weren't.
Now he watches her too much. Warns her too often. Doesn't trust Liam.
Liam Carter.
Her best friend. Her constant. The boy who knows when her jokes mean she's hurting.
He looks at her like she's something breakable.
She hates that.
Then there's Sebastian charming, dangerous, new. The kind of attention that feels like jumping off a cliff just to see if you survive.
But as roses start appearing beside bodies...
And Liam is always there first...
Sloane starts to wonder something she never thought she would.
What if the safest person in her life...
Isn't safe at all?