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Logan Hayes is trouble himself. The kind of guy your parents warn you about.
Tattoos decorating his skin. He walks like he owns the whole world. The entire campus was wrapped around his fingers.

Harper Reed hated trouble. As the dean's perfect daughter, she had to live a perfect life and get perfect grades.

Until a viral scandal ruins Harper's spotless reputation, and she has no other option but to make a deal with the devil himself—Logan.

She has to fake date him to restore her image. But he only agrees because she claims she knows what no one else should.

Things get more complicated when , Damian , Logan's long-lost cousin, returns to take him back home.

Damian is no different from Logan — tattoos on his skin and that same dangerous energy Logan held.

Harper Reed now finds herself stucked in the midst of two devils, chaos and full-blown drama.

Between the Two Devils

"I'm telling you, Ty… he's the worst," Harper reported to Tyla as they walked down the hallway.

Tyla replied, watching her friend with poorly hidden amusement, sipping on a strawberry smoothie like this was her morning entertainment.

Harper also held hers in hand. She was just feeling too angry to sip it, her hands flying in the air as she ranted.

"He took the book right out of my hands!" Harper continued, voice pitching higher with every word. "Then acted like I wasn't even there! Just sat there flipping pages like I didn't exist! Who even does that?!"

"Don't mind him, girl, he's a dummy!" Tyla spoke.

"Don't worry, I wasn't even going to." Harper rolled her eyes. "Idiot," she muttered, squeezing the bottle in her hand absentmindedly.

Tyla couldn't help but giggle. "Hey, remember, alright? That jerk from the library isn't the strawberry smoothie in your hand," she reminded.

"Ugh, don't laugh about it, Ty. You know the worst part? Ms. Sowerberry, the librarian, asked me to get out! It hurt!" she snapped back.

"Come on, Harper, don't be mad about this tall jerk. Wait, describe him," Tyla said.

"I'm not mad Ty, I'm just annoyed. And I just remember he had icy blue eyes and dark silky hair which was swept back," Harper described, mumbling each word, replaying his perfect face in her eyes.

"Wait!" Tyla stopped. "Icy. Blue. Eyes. Perfect. Silky. Hair." She paused, moving closer to Harper. "All this equals to Damian Blackwood!" Tyla gasped.

"Wait, that's the name you mentioned about that college transfer student?" Harper Reed realized.

"Ouuuu, tall, annoying and... dangerously attractive." A sly smile tugged at Tyla's lips. Harper blushed for a quick second before stopping mid-step and then turning on her heel with a dramatic glare.

"Tyla! No. We're not doing that. We're not romanticizing a guy who's basically human stone."

Tyla laughed into her straw, unfazed. "If you say so, Harp. I'm heading to class," Tyla said. With that, she left through the left hallway.

"Bye," she waved, and Harper just waved back.

As Harper walked, she kept muttering under her breath about "rude strangers with ego problems."

Harper crashed right into something solid.

She stumbled back, catching her balance quickly, her heart leaping into her throat.

The first thing she realized was that she had spilled her smoothie all over someone. She gasped.

His eyes were on his shirt, staring down at his grey shirt that had been ruined by her smoothie. Then he looked up...

The same cool, unreadable expression on his face. Eyes sharp… icy blue… steady… locked on hers like she was some puzzle he wasn't in the mood to solve—but couldn't help staring at anyway.

For a long, stretched second… neither of them moved. Neither of them spoke.

The hallway noise blurred at the edges.

Harper felt her heartbeat increase. She didn't know whether to apologize or not.

Harper's pulse thudded in her ears.

Her lips parted… like she wanted to say something—anything—but no words came.

Damian's gaze didn't flicker. Not once.

A loud sigh escaped from his mouth...