Ava

Ava The minute we walked through the gates of Blackheath Academy I knew we weren’t welcome. It was us against them. The Club Brats against the Elite. Bastian de Trafford was their ringleader, but I wasn’t about to go down without a fight. Only - that fight would be so much easier if he didn’t look like a god of old. It was a good thing he made no attempt to be anything but a b*stard - it made hating him that much easier. Bastian The de Trafford family name came with many privileges - blind obedience was simply one of them, only Ava Aston didn’t want to obey. She was difficult, complicated, and utterly goddamn delectable. I would enjoy watching her bruise her knees solely for my pleasure. Bringing her to heel was the most delicious torture, but I wasn’t one to do anything in half measures - I was aiming to ruin her.