Val St Crowe

The Circle Val St Crowe

He doesn't want me here. He is Blake Mephistopheles. They call him Phist. He's hard, stubbled, leather-clad-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. I'm affected. Any girl would be. Sure, he's threatening. He's huge, and he has all those gleaming muscles. And then there's that sneer of his, that sexy sneer- But it doesn't matter, because I'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.