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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

Harper sat behind Logan, arms loosely around his waist, but her thoughts were far from still. The wind blew through her hair, the city lights passed in a blur, and yet all she could think about was the man in front of her.

That fight back at Club Nova… the way he moved, the speed, the precision. It wasn't just reflex. It was control. Training.

Logan wasn't just some cocky college bad boy.

And that scared her more than she wanted to admit.

Something about the way he moved with precision, looking unbothered and just walking right over the man. He had no mercy, even if he tried to hide it.

*Who was he?* she asked herself again.

Logan was also deep in thought. He almost let his demon out today. Only, he didn't regret it. He rather felt disappointed in himself for not murdering the man right there.

*Who the hell did the man think he was to touch Harper with that filth he held in his hand?*

They pulled up outside her dorm, the engine cutting off with a low purr. Harper hesitated before slipping off the bike, her boots touching the pavement a little too softly.

Then Logan turned to her, one hand gripping the handlebar, the other running through his hair as he exhaled sharply.

"You okay?" he asked, his voice soft, laced with something else. Perhaps... concern?

"Hey," he said. "About earlier… sorry."

He shrugged, eyes on the ground. "I didn't mean to make a scene. I just… couldn't let that happen to you."

"Yes, you weren't supposed to leave, but don't sweat it," she said, waving him off.

She studied him. He'd gone out of his way to protect her. And it wasn't just about fake-dating anymore.

And she admired that connection between them.

"I wasn't scared," she said quietly.

Logan looked up at her then—searching her face like he was trying to read something between the lines.

"Harper," he began, voice suddenly lower, more careful, "can I ask you something?"

"What did you see… last Tuesday night?"

Her mind raced. *Not this conversation.* He had never asked about it and she just wanted it to stay that way. It was obvious that she saw the envelope exchange, but she thought it was something mild until she observed his reactions to the mere mention of it.

She wasn't ready for him to find out she lied.

"How much of it did you see?" he asked, eyes dark, focusing on her.

"How did you know everything that happened?" he pressed, green eyes locked with hers, expecting an answer.

Before she could fumble for a lie, her phone buzzed. Saved by the bell.

"Uh—I have to take this," Harper said quickly, already backing away. "It's Ty. She—um—needs me."

"Harper—" he started, but she pressed the answer button, holding up a finger to stall him.

"Hey, Tyla, yeah, I'm outside now… uh-huh… okay, coming up," she said quickly, faking a casual tone as she slipped away from him.

Logan watched her go, something unreadable crossing his face.

She didn't breathe until she was through the dorm doors and out of his line of sight.

*Why did she act suspicious? Did what she see today and that last Tuesday scare her?*

Close calls