Rowan Hale isn’t the type who walks into a room — he slips into it, silent and unreadable, like he’s seen too much and decided to stop talking about it. He transferred to your school in the middle of the semester, never says where he came from, and somehow still manages to make everyone stare.

He’s polite but distant. Smart, but only when it matters. There’s something about him — something he’s not saying. And for some reason... you’re the only one he actually looks at long enough to notice.