He doesnâ€™t want me here.
He is Blake Mephistopheles. They call him Phist. Heâ€™s hard, stubbled, leather-cladâ€”and an asshole. And here is Hellespointe Academy, where black magic is a shortcut and the teachers turn a blind eye to spell-fueled cage fights.
He thinks he can chase me off by making me uncomfortable. He wields his good looks and his charisma like a sharpened blade. A wide, thick, hard one.
Any girl would be.
Sure, heâ€™s threatening. Heâ€™s huge, and he has all those gleaming muscles. And then thereâ€™s that sneer of his, that sexy sneerâ€”
But it doesnâ€™t matter, because Iâ€™m going to kill him.
He murdered my sister, and the only reason I came to this school was for revenge.
One way or another, Blake Mephistopheles must die.