Moonlit Roses: A Game Unhinged

For the first time in a hundred years, St. Cecilia’s Academy for Girls admitted a male student. Damian Greymoor was like a beast that had stumbled into a flower garden, hemmed in on all sides by countless curious and prying stares. He thought he could handle it—until the one everyone called the “Queen,” Seraphina Ashford, came knocking. The woman was as beautiful as a poison-laced blade, her smile concealing something that made the skin crawl. When she drew near, Damian caught the scent of danger. This woman wasn’t looking for a game—she was after total conquest. Both of them believed they were the hunter, never realizing that the truly dangerous prey is the one that bites through the leash.