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I followed her onto the landing, where the staircase twisted forty-five degrees. At the top stood three of the most handsome boys I’d ever seen, making my heart splutter.

Each stood over six-feet tall with athletic builds and wore their school uniforms like tuxedos. I had to blink in case it was a hallucination. The trio had the grace and elegance of young kings.

When I opened my eyes, they were still there, still real, still handsome. My heart stopped, and my jaw unhinged.

The boy on the left bored into me with mischievous, chocolate-brown eyes that turned my insides to jelly. Glossy black hair curled around his ears. He looked like someone who’d stepped off a runway with his high cheekbones, strong jaw, and broad shoulders that tapered into a narrow waist and lean, muscular thighs. My gaze locked onto his full, kissable lips. I licked my own, imagining their touch against my skin.

He glanced at Marissa then gave me a sympathetic half-smile, which made my insides relax. Boys this good-looking were usually arrogant, but this one seemed a little friendly.

The second guy was a few inches taller, with a broad, football player’s body I wanted to scale like King Kong on the Empire State building. His biceps and prominent pectoral muscles bulged tantalizingly under his uniform. He kept his blond, wavy hair slicked back off a face that could have been chiseled by a master sculptor. His cool, green eyes roved up and down my body as though assessing whether I was worth his time. My breath hitched, but the lack of reaction on his stony face told me I probably wasn’t.

Ignoring my sinking heart, I turned my gaze to the third, a brunet built like he ran track and field. He didn’t have the bulk of the blond or the willowy grace of the black-haired boy, but the way his blazer hung and curved and hugged his body promised lean, hard muscles that would melt a girl’s panties.

My gaze flickered to his face. He might have been the most handsome of the trio, with his startling sapphire eyes, straight nose, and strong jawline, if it wasn’t for the scowl distorting his features.

Hatred burned in his eyes, and his lips curled into a snarl. It was enough to make my stomach twist into knots, and I glanced away, unable to withstand the weight of his stare.

“I must have a word with the headmaster about security,” he said. They’re letting in any old obnoxious tourist.”

“Tourist?” Marissa screeched. She straightened herself to her full height of five feet five inches. “I’m the PA of Rudolph Trommel.”

He stared down his nose at her and drawled, “Then I pity the man for not getting more decorous help.”

“Wha—”

I rushed forward, stumbled over my feet, and grabbed the banister for balance. “Could you give us directions to the headmaster’s office, please?”

“Mr. Chaloner can be found at the end of the first-floor hallway.” He fixed me with a withering look.

“And do keep your maid under control. This is an institution for education, not a baseball match.”

The trio descended the stairs, and I pulled Marissa to one side. As they passed, I inhaled their mingled scents of sandalwood, citrus, and cedar, which filled me with a giddiness so heady, I had to brace myself against the wall of the stairwell. The black-haired one gave me a smile and a wink that promised a later, more intimate encounter.

1. Outcast
2. Deposed
3. Revenge
4. Payback