The mark that Heston Wilcox made on Preston Prep was more like a wound that took ages to heal.
He's a bully. A manipulator. A sociopath.
Heston isn't a Devil. He's the Devil.
What Heston did to me during freshman year wasn't just wrong, it was illegal. That night sent me on a downward spiral of hate, self-harm, and suicidal depression. But I finally got justice.
Or so I thought.
He couldn't completely worm his way out of trouble this time. He's been disowned, tossed out in the cold, had his reputation smeared, but society doesn't want to cast away their golden boys, even a degenerate like Heston.
Not only is he back at Preston, but he's been assigned as my teacher and given control over my future. Heston knows what I want-what I need-and exactly how to manipulate me into giving in.
Now I find myself faced with the opportunity to take advantage of it, and that's just what I plan to do.
Hell Hath No Fury Like a Devil Scorned.
