"I don't care what anyone says," he growled in my ear. I felt my eyes slip closed as my head turned, baring my throat to him. He pounded into me, turning my brain to an aroused mush. Thrust. "You." Thrust. "Are." I mewled when he paused his bruising pace, opening my eyes to look at his looming form. "𝙈𝙮 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙚." ♙♙♙ She died a few hundred times to survive. He died a thousand more. 𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 barely managed to graduate high school and was rejected from every community college, but a mysterious letter from the University of the Drowned Poppy finds her at the campus of a grand, secluded school. With everything to gain and a life to remake, Delphine gladly immerses herself into the forced isolation of the Poppy, unaware that she has flown into the center of its web of lies, death, and deceit. 𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐙𝐎 𝐕𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎 haunts the halls of the Drowned Poppy with his brooding, steely stare. A man of little expressions and much mystery, he catches broken hearts and sideways glances in the threads of his sweeping coats. As the new and enigmatic anthropology professor, he seeks to separate himself from the tragedy of his past, failing to notice the jaws ready to snap shut around him. Two sinners. One purgatory. Both are about to learn that the Garden of Eden is watered with blood.