I thought I could handle everything this place threw at me.
An outsider who still gets stared at as I walk through the halls? No problem.
Being hunted by a deranged lunatic who has spies and infiltrators everywhere? Got it.
But being heartbroken? This hurts more than I could have imagined...
A hand from the burning depths of hell, wrapped around my throat!
My assailant's mouth hangs open, his breath stank against my cheek.
My vision floods with tears and things start to go dark.
The most dangerous thing in this world isn't some weapon. It isn't magic. It isn't even a rampaging Dragon Shifter hellbent on burning everything.
The most dangerous thing in this world is a secret. It closes you off from those around you, and puts a wall between you and their love.
But I have to keep this secret, because it's too late to tell the truth...