Sixteen year old Lilith Pierce’s mom is getting remarried. Which, sucks. To one of the richest men in Europe. Which, honestly? Sucks a little less.
Lilith’s warily stoked - after Dad disappeared, it’s been all tears and police visits and sleeping pills for Mom. So, yeah. She’ll suck it up for seven months and get shipped off to the ultra-luxe, ultra-selective Institut Le Silvere - a prestigious boarding school in the Swiss Alps - while they honeymoon. How hard can it really be? It’s not like she’s got maybe-permanent hypervigilance, or anything.
It’s not like the woods around the school are maybe-alive.
It’s not like she’s being stalked by a man with glowing red eyes.
It’s not like the neighboring village whispers that all the students are cursed.
It’s not like resident model Ciel Lautrec is the most beautiful boy she’s ever seen, or anything. Too beautiful to be human. So beautiful the hypervigilance shuts right up. It’s not like she can’t handle Silvere’s self-appointed, self-conceited lawkeeper slash bully Alistair Strickland. Because she can. She can handle it all.
She’s always handled it all. Because she’s Lilith-fucking-Pierce.
And the forest knows that best of all.
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