by Necole Ryse
Soon Raevyn will learn not to trust anyone, not even the people she calls friend.
“C’mere,” Brandon said. And when he reached for me, I felt myself stagger into his body. He was soft, but solid. His body was unfamiliar, stronger, much stronger than Jeffrey’s. Jeffrey. Was it possible to miss someone so much it hurt?
Brandon wrapped his arms around me and I felt his fleshy lips land on my forehead, soft and gentle like falling into a pillow.
I didn’t realize I was crying until I heard a sob fill the empty hallway. He brought his finger to my chin, exactly how Jeffrey used to. My stomach stirred. My heart stumbled out of my chest, landing in a broken clump on the carpet. Carefully, he brought his face closer to mine like if he handled me any differently I’d break apart. His breath danced on my lips when he said, “You don’t have to cry about him anymore.”
When her new friends start to question her sketchy past and her shaky legacy at Benjamin Wallace Fitzgerald University, Raevyn realizes she will have to rely on her street smarts more than ever before.
Raevyn starts to receive cryptic text messages and emails from an anonymous sender and she soon discovers that not only does someone want her to leave B.W.Fitz–someone also wants to end her life.
University with Bachelor’s Degree in Mass Communications. Bored
with life as an adult, Necole decided to follow her dreams to write fiction and
she hasn’t looked back. She enjoys chocolate covered pretzels, Criminal Minds
marathons, and all things Harry Potter.