Ambrose LaCroix is Death.
Mysterious. Inevitable. Out to get me.
I hated him before I knew his name.
And trust me, the feeling was mutual.
I never wanted to see him again. Too bad fate had other plans.
An invitation to Black Rose University is priceless—a golden ticket.
It's the key to everything I want.
I can't turn it down just because of him.
He can take his ego, his secrets, his smolder, and shove them where the sun don't shine.
Except this heat between us isn't all hate, even if it is all the way distracting.
He wants a taste. I'm not afraid to give it to him.
He might rule this campus, but he doesn't rule me.
I'm sugar mixed with spice.
Take a bite, LaCroix.
Cross me, and I'll give you a cavity.
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