There's a name whispered in the halls of men. One connected to power, drive, and determination. But also, with ruthlessness and a desire so deep, it's willing to do anything. Not just anyone can become a member, and you have to prove yourself more than once, but only those in the inner sanctum will know. Welcome to The Sect. Let me introduce you to the new blood.

I should have known that this was coming… I’d done the right things, chosen the right friends, kept my grades up, primped and primed and smiled when I was supposed to, and then I escaped the clutches of the man they’d chosen for me. What. An. Idiot. Or not, I suppose. If I spend the year at Pendleton Prep, I can go back on my merry way. The problem is that life here is not exactly what I expected. I’m not just another student, here to serve her time and get out. Oh no, that would never do. I’ve been wrapped up and served on a platter for the Devils of Pendleton Prep. They’re hot, stupidly hot, and involved in something I want nothing to do with. More than one of them has her set in their sights, but she's already entangled in the world of the elite, they just don’t realise it yet. Where nine begin, only three will end... how far will they go to secure their place?

I should have known better. I might have been served up for the Devils of Pendleton Prep, but now they’ve taken a bite. Linked. Claimed. Owned. Taken by force and made to bend. I don’t think so. Nick might think I’m his, and Wyatt might be there to pick up the pieces whilst Leo wants more than his fair share, but they’re not the only ones with a say, and it’s about time they remembered that fact. I get a choice here, but which one will be mine?

I should have listened. I knew deep in my bones that coming to Pendleton Prep was a mistake. Not that it was ever my choice. I was handed over to a bunch of Devils, both literally and figuratively, and left floundering in a game full of rules I didn’t and still don't understand. The problem is that I refused to remain the prey, and I didn’t stay meek and obedient, no matter how hard they tried to keep me that way. They took way more than they were due, and the same Devils they once planned to use to control me are now mine to direct. Still sworn to protect, to manipulate, and to avenge, but for our future together, not theirs. What happens when the tables turn on the unknown enemy? We’re about to find out. Consequences be damned.

I guess it’s too late. New year, new start. That’s what they say, isn’t it? So, why is this new year already proving to be such a disappointment? One of the men my heart is irrevocably linked to is missing. Gone. Done. How will we make it through like this, fractured and incomplete? But with the new year comes new revelations and connections that will hopefully hold the answers we seek as desperation claws at our insides, demanding retribution. Demanding freedom and a life we’re all ready to live. They say it might be too late, but it’s not over yet. We refuse to give up on those who we love.