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Most people go mad when they hear a Keres's death screech. Me? I was already mad. I came to the city of monsters to trade away the visions tormenting me. One deal, then I'd be free. One deal, and I'd leave the land of the dead behind. Then Phonos found me. This massive, winged warrior looks at...

My people say a woman's worth is in her womb. They spit on me, throw rocks, burn everything I hold dear. "Cursed," they call me. Then he saves me. Theron. A monstrous Cerberus from the Blighted Lands. Death follows in his footsteps, but he looks at me and doesn't see something broken. "Mate," he decides. This massive beast could crush a man's skull with his bare hands, but his claws touch me with infinite gentleness. His hellfire doesn't burn me. Under his protection, I'm not defective.

It's official. I must be cursed. After my hellish first year at The Academy of the Devil, I thought I was prepared for anything. But things never work the way they should at this damn school, and as my second year begins, it becomes obvious that my troubles have just begun. My relationship with Callum, Stefan, and Mikael is still as confusing as ever. I have no idea where I stand with them, and they're not doing any better. 

For as long as I can remember, I've been the girl who didn't fit in, the girl who collapsed in the middle of class, just because my brain decided to turn on me. I can't really complain, though. We don't live in the Middle Ages, so I have yet to be subjected to an exorcism. I can get treatment for my condition. Epilepsy aside, I can mostly be a normal person and have a normal life. There's just one problem. I'm not a normal person. I never have been. And the first time I find this out is upon receiving an exclusive invitation to The Academy of the Devil.

It's my third year at The Academy of the Devil, and things finally seem to be falling into place. I've reached a tentative agreement with my new lovers. My life is finally headed in the right direction. Until he shows up. They say he is an exchange student. They call him Lucian and cluster around him like flies drawn to honey. They are blind. I know the truth. I can see his true identity in his eyes, in his smile, in the sinful power bubbling under his skin. He is Lucifer, the Fallen One, the Brightest Star. He wants me to be his. There's just one problem with that. Callum, Stefan, Mikael, and Meph aren't willing to hand me over to anyone.