Hermione’s life takes a dark turn after the death of her parents, leaving her at the mercy of a tyrannical Matron. Her new home is more prison than sanctuary, haunted by ghosts bearing terrible, bloody secrets. And though she is surrounded by troubled young women, it is the men in her life who teach her freedom comes at the greatest price of all.
Attached is the dry-cleaning bill for the shirt you ruined when you threw your tea at it. I’m not sure if you noticed, but I happened to be wearing the shirt at the time. You are lucky it was cold. Pay the bill and I won’t sue you for assault.
“There were many details in the dark blue of his eyes — the tiny burst of blue-green next to the pupil, before it rapidly vanished as his inky pupils expanded and swallowed up the intriguing hue.
His eyes roved across her face, almost greedily.
She realized, much too late, that she had forgotten herself midair and had pulled the handheld mask away from her now exposed face.
