Captivating the Heart of the Second Lead

Summary

The humming static of the System in my head sounded like a hard drive crashing.

I held the rose out to Sebastian Caldwell. "For you."

Sebastian—the boy who usually had every girl in the hallway swooning—seemed to have forgotten he was even hiding a flower of his own. I suppose when you’ve spent your whole life as the hunter, getting "hunted" back feels like a glitch in the matrix.

After a long beat, he scratched the back of his neck, his cocky facade finally cracking. "Thanks," he muttered.