AM

You were supposed to kill him. He was supposed to kill you. Neither plan worked. Now you’re both wanted for a murder you committed together, trapped in a conspiracy neither of you understands, and increasingly unable to tell where hatred ends and something much worse begins. His name is Draco Malfoy. Slytherin’s fallen golden boy. Pure-blood heir. Professional survivor. And, apparently, your worst possible match. Unfortunately, you both have a body to dispose of.