ze=10pt]RD: 20th January 2015[/size][/b][/center][hr][i]He was my older brother's best friend.  He was never supposed to be mine.  I thought we would get it out of our system and move on.  One of us did.  One of us left.  Now he’s back, looking at me like he wants to devour me. And all those feelings I’d turned into anger are brewing into something else, something that terrifies me.  He broke my heart last time.  This time he'll obliterate it.

You've heard of these groups – the secretive ones that only the crème de la crème are invited into, the ones outsiders speculate about for centuries – I'm the second in my family invited to attend, but to them, I'm fresh meat. New blood. New money, too. They think they'll elbow past me, that I'm here for their amusement, for them to walk all over, they'll find out soon enough that I'm not. I may look like one of them, with my designer bags and clothes straight from the Parisian runways, but I'm not. I'm here for answers, to take revenge for blood spilt on their centuries old Persian rugs. I transferred here in search for answers about what happened to my older brother, who hightailed out of here, and my friend who seemingly disappeared into thin air. I certainly wasn't here for the attention of the star hockey player, regardless of how much he willed my eyes his way. I wasn't here for his scrutiny or his judgment or to read into his mysterious...

While trying to rid herself of one debt, Amara is forced into a new one with a man she thought she left behind. When she finds herself unable to shake him off at every turn, she begins to question if the person who once brought her safety is the one she should now be running from.  Note: This is the second and last book of this series.