Their Hell

I should have listened.

I knew deep in my bones that coming to Pendleton Prep was a mistake. Not that it was ever my choice.

I was handed over to a bunch of Devils, both literally and figuratively, and left floundering in a game full of rules I didn't and still don't understand.

The problem is that I refused to remain the prey, and I didn't stay meek and obedient, no matter how hard they tried to keep me that way.

They took way more than they were due, and the same Devils they once planned to use to control me are now mine to direct. Still sworn to protect, to manipulate, and to avenge, but for our future together, not theirs.

What happens when the tables turn on the unknown enemy? We're about to find out. Consequences be damned.