We survived our first year at the Academy For The Fallen, but now it’s time for the real lessons begin. "Orientation" is more like a life lesson in all things crazy, and I really do believe this academy should be designated for psychos. Not that I can throw stones. Finding out that we've been dead for one hundred years is a shocking pill to swallow, particularly when we were given the wrong memo at our admission. Now it’s Year Two and things are starting to finally make sense, including the real reason we were all brought here. Unfortunately, tension is high within our group dynamic, which includes my stubborn angel, my intriguing hellhound, and my seductive shapeshifter. It's clear that we're all hiding secrets, and as the months go by, we discover parts of one another that we’ve never shared with anyone else. That’s all well and good because self-growth is one of the three goals we have to achieve if we want to get through to Year Three. However, another force has entered the playing field and it doesn’t want any of us to reach the end of the semester—particularly me. I can deal with that, so long as my secret is kept safe. The problem is that it seems like not all of me agrees to such terms and conditions. As for Lucifer, the sexy mystery who has professors and students of all levels bowing to him? He seems to like toying with my emotions, and I'm curious as to how he fits into all of this. I'll figure him out later. Because right now, he owes me a lovely date, a steamy night, and a chance at revenge.