Loving her was like breathing air-it was hard to live without. Journey Smith was quiet and guarded, and above all else, beautiful. When we were alone, I grew to know the girl behind the stormy eyes. Her hesitant touches and hidden smiles were reserved for me, but now they're gone. Stolen moments of happiness were replaced with sharp barbs and fiery glares concealing her fear. Our past is written in the stone of St. Mary's, one that I was not willing to repeat. But what I assumed to be the truth, was nothing more than a fabrication of such. Journey was back, but she was no longer mine. They say time heals all wounds. Unless, of course, your heart was broken by someone like Cade. Cade Walker was elusive, part of the Rebels who ruled the halls of St. Mary's. However, I got his playboy smile and deep dimples. When alone, he said all the right things-until his betrayal. Now that I was back, we no longer stood on even ground. With every fleeting glance he gave me, my hammering heart tried to obscure my fear. Cornered in the darkened halls of St. Mary's Boarding School, Cade demanded to know the truth. A truth I wasn't willing to give.