The Devils and The Duchess (Verona Falls University, #1)

by Marissa Farrar

“If you do go dancing later, you can be the disco ball.” He chuckles to himself. Then he spins me around, and I gasp. “Da,” he says. “Put you on the ceiling and make you spin.”

Like the frog in boiling water, he raises the temperature until it’s too late and I don’t realize that I’m already caught and cooked.

“Or maybe, Dom, just maybe, you aren’t anywhere near as in control as you think you are. I think, Domenic,” I say his name with emphasis, “that you’re just as lost as I am, and all the games you play? They’re a desperate distraction from the misery that lives inside you.”