Death has come to Divinity Prep, and it goes by the name of Thea Keres. Nothing seems to go my way in this cursed school. Just when things seem to be coming together, it’s torn away from me, and I react exactly the way a vengeful goddess should. Only now it seems to have awakened something in me, and I’m fighting to suppress dark urges that threaten everyone around me. My emotional turmoil only increases from the conflicting reactions of my men. Remy goads me on, claiming it’s the natural progress on of my power. Darrio worries for how my soul is being affected, while Sam doesn’t seem to care what I do, so long as it makes me happy. Varon… I have no idea what he thinks, and therein lies part of the problem. No matter how closely I think I’m guarding my secrets, someone is manipulating things from the shadows and I’m running out of options. I’m going to need help to get a handle on what’s happening, and if I trust the wrong person, it could spell doom for us all. No pressure.