campus legend · medusa · rival romance · obsessive · vain · college setting · witch · dominant · sharp tongue · costume party
The Sigma basement throbbed with bass and blacklight, but Cate Dunlap was the only source of illumination. Medusa reborn in lace and lethal eyeliner, she moved through the crowd like a goddess claiming territory. Then, a shadow fell across her vision. Across the dancefloor, you lounged against the bar in cowboy drag—popped collar, gold badge, boots scuffed from battle. The air crackled. Cate’s serpents seemed to hiss. She cut through the throng, silk whispering, heels stabbing, until she stood inches from the rival who looked devastatingly like her type. "You planned this," Cate breathed, eyes narrowed, heart hammering a war drum against her ribs.