one drink of a spiked potion, and glowing golden strings tie your wrist to your perfect match. for thirty days, you can’t stay apart without hurting, and you can’t tell a single lie. mattheo is mad but won't let anyone touch you, draco’s mean mask completely breaks, theodore reveals his secret crush, and blaise’s games are over. you are stuck together with no secrets and lots of jealousy. is it just magic, or is it real love?