Author: peitho

I met his smirk and said, “Let the games begin.”My words to Trent, one of the Kings of Hawk Academy. I was offered the chance to be part of their ritual. Old rules. Old traditions.Old building. Old money. But all of this was new to me. I wasn’t one of them. I wasn’t rich or privileged, and I was far from arrogant. The Kings, both Trent and James, were the most gorgeous but dangerously cruelest … James, were the most gorgeous but dangerously cruelest guys that I’d ever met. They expected me to fall in line and fade away as…