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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 Reed's boots tapped softly on the staircase as she climbed up toward her dorm, but her mind was miles away.

Tyla's phone call had saved her. She couldn't believe that Logan Hayes had almost found out the truth — that she had been lying to him about everything all this while.

Just then, memories came rushing back.

The memory hit her like a whisper in the dark — sudden, unwanted, sharp.

It was late. Like, really late, and Harper was stressfully returning from the town's central library. She had always preferred that library to the one on campus because it was much bigger and had almost all the books in the world — ones she'd never find in the campus library. Moreover, she had a lot of peers from there. Even the librarian was her friend.

She was stressed but excited since she had just completed her favorite five-book romance series. Fortunately for her, the female lead ended up with the male lead she had been rooting for, so yes, she was in a good mood.

She had her earbuds in, hoodie pulled over her head, humming to a song and shaking her head to the beat. She checked her phone — it was 12:45 a.m.

Sighing, she decided to take the shortcut that would render her dorm being just ahead when she cut across the back path. It was quiet, hidden, but faster.

She increased her steps and took the dark alley on her left.

He was standing in the shadows, tucked behind a hedge. He was alone except for one other man. Someone older, with a scar across his cheek and a gun visibly holstered at his side.

Harper Reed gasped, covering her mouth. They weren't arguing.

Logan handed over something. A black envelope. The man opened it, nodded, then gave Logan a briefcase — nothing loud, nothing dramatic, just business.

She told herself it didn't matter. That it wasn't her business.

But now, it felt like it mattered more than anything.

Harper paused at the dorm entrance, eyes on the worn brick wall. She let out a shaky breath and stepped inside.

Tyla was on her bed, laptop open, hair tied up messily like she hadn't moved in hours.

She shut the door and leaned against it.

Tyla blinked, closing her laptop immediately. "Harper? What's wrong?"

Harper crossed the room and sat at the edge of the bed. Her voice was low, barely above a whisper.

"He... Logan almost caught me," she said. "Asked what I know. As I told you, Ty, there's more to it. Logan beat up a guy nearly to death right in front of me," she blurted.

"Some drunkard tried to harass me, Ty, and he saved me," she explained.

"Do you feel unsafe around him?" she asked gently.

Harper opened her mouth… then paused.

"No. That's the worst part. I don't. I feel safer with him than anyone else. But I also don't understand him."

Tyla reached out and took her hand.

"What if I don't want to? What if he's too dangerous to handle? What do I do then?"

Tyla shrugged. She realized she didn't have any answers. "Just do what you think is right."

"I think I'll just save myself, Ty. I'll stay away."

Harper Reed whispered as Tyla cuddled with her.

Avoiding him was the right decision, right?

Last Tuesday