It was just a prank I didn't want to be a part of. I never meant to hurt anyone, least of all Johann Weir. You wouldn't know that he sells literature for a living. He has these wild eyes--eyes that light something up in me--and he must be twice as big as me with strong, warm hands. Hands I try not to imagine everywhere. He scares me. And thrills me. But now, the deed is done, and I have to face the consequences. He says he just wants...