The train screeched to a halt, and Raven Cruz stepped off like a thunderstorm in boots. Black leather jacket, dark curls cascading over her shoulders, and a tattoo of a rose curling beneath her collarbone-she didn't just walk onto campus. She arrived.
Saint Augustine's Art Institute loomed ahead-gothic spires, golden light pouring through arched windows, and an energy Raven didn't trust. Too polished. Too perfect. She lit a cigarette she wouldn't finish, staring up at the place that promised a fresh start. Lies. There were always strings.
She hadn't even made it to the main steps before a voice stopped her.
"You're new."
Raven turned. He had the smile of someone used to getting his way-clean-cut, blond, all confidence and ease. His eyes lingered on her with curiosity, not judgment. A rarity.
"And you're observant," she said, flicking ash.
He laughed. "Luca Monroe. Student body VP, lead in two showcases, and part-time heartbreaker."
She raised a brow. "You're proud of that?"
"Only a little."
Before she could respond, another voice interrupted-quieter, rougher.
"Luca, stop bothering the new girl."
This one was different. Taller. Brooding. Tousled dark hair and charcoal eyes that looked like they'd seen too much. He didn't smile. He didn't have to.
"Ezra Vale," he offered, barely glancing at her.
Raven took a breath. So much for blending in.
Two boys. One fire, one storm. And her, already caught in the spark between them.
This was going to be trouble.
And for the first time in a long while...
She welcomed it.