About the book
Clare’s Academy for girls, there had always been noise—the shuffle of nuns’ habits, the murmur of prayer, the collective breath of dozens of girls moving through corridors in pairs. She was pretty in the way that most women who approached strange men in bars were pretty… carefully assembled, from the dark waves of her hair to the red of her lips to the way her dress clung to curves; she clearly wanted to be noticed. For a fraction of a second, panic flashed across her expression before the color drained from her face. When he finally lifted his head, his eyes were dark, almost black with satisfaction.