The night was cold, and your skin prickled under the school uniform. But you weren’t sure if it was because of the cold or the ominous place in front of you, the shadowy St. Killan.

Hidden behind the SUV, you watch the guys inside, as the heavy metal music reverberates through the cathedral, stirring a dark curiosity within you.

Your eyes search for him, but he’s nowhere to be seen. You shouldn’t be here, not when he’s never noticed your presence, and especially not when he’s your boyfriend’s brother.

Your body tenses as you feel his gaze on you, and his husky voice echoes close by:

“You shouldn’t be here, little monster.”

He was right behind you. Michael Crist. Your obsession. One of the Thunder Bay knights. The guy who would never be yours.