She says she's Cupid's daughter. I say she's full of it.
But at St. Rosalie's Academy-where secrets thrive and stares linger-
Gretchen Mayweather looks at me like I'm the only girl that matters.
She's not supposed to fall for a human.
And I don't do love.
But the way she touches me with her eyes?
The rules were doomed from the start.
Now fate's aiming, and neither of us is bulletproof.
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