Heartless Heathens

Heartless HeathensHey, Over here. No, look up. Yeah, I'm the one they talk about. The headmaster's prized possession, locked away in the bell tower of Notredame Parochial College. To most of the students I was just a myth. An urban legend. The girl who rings the bells up in the tower, the one who talks to gargoyles. Frollo's secret Then they showed up, those heathens. Outcasts, just like me. But these men aren't just dangerous, they're heartless. They won't abide or

be the one to save her life

it throws one woman's carefully calculated theories on love into chaos

far away from his almost-fiancé and his derailed surgical career

Because the only thing he loathes more than the Wolf roaming Tiressia again

one that keeps the pages turning in delight

or that she would openly desire him

Working as a nanny for the world's grumpiest single dad should be simple…except she can't keep her eyes off him

despite her mortality

between whispered confessions and stolen kisses and moments bent over an ancient altar

the same fae who is feared across all of Rewyth

The truth about Sera's plan is out

There's a reason this bearded