Inside look: They don’t call us divine for no reason... Legend has it the women who grace the halls of Greyson Manor were crafted by the Gods but kissed by their enemies. Cunning, in every sense of the word, and we are. But never without reason and only ever with purpose. And mine wears white tonight, hides a flask in his jacket pocket, and likes to hunt for what he hungers. It just so happens my dearest Alto is his flavor of choice, and I ... will be the item in his way. They call him a walking nightmare. I think I’ll call him mine. To play with, that is... ___ This is a New Adult romance set at a prestigious prep school. This short story, previously part of the BULLY GOD anthology is only available on Meagan Brandy's website. It is MFM, spicy, and a sweet little into into the world of Greyson Prep.