War at Waversea Series by Maddison Cole

Rhys Waversea wants to watch the world burn, and Clayton Michaels will spark that flame. It was supposed to be so simple. A fresh start where no one knows about the accident. No one knows I'm a deaf girl walking amongst the hearing, cocooned in my own silent world. So simple, if I had gone anywhere except Waversea Academy. Here, shadows cling to every wall. Privilege follows me like smoke, clogging my throat... moreRhys Waversea wants to watch the world burn, and Clayton Michaels will spark that flame. It was supposed to be so simple. A fresh start where no one knows about the accident. No one knows I'm a deaf girl walking amongst the hearing, cocooned in my own silent world. So simple, if I had gone anywhere except Waversea Academy. Here, shadows cling to every wall. Privilege follows me like smoke, clogging my throat. There’s a poison running through this campus, and it's wearing the face of the founder's grandson. From the moment I set foot on site, I’m dragged into the middle of a war between two jocks who claim to hate each other more than anything else. One watches me like he’s trying to unearth my secrets. The other shields me like he already knows them. Loyalties shift, the line between protection and possession blurring. I wanted a quiet life. What I got was a battlefield, and I’m the prize they’re both willing to destroy in the name of victory. less

Rhys Waversea is holding a lit match to a can of gasoline, and Clayton Michaels is no longer standing in his way. The plan was simple. Infiltrate my father’s empire and watch it crumble from the inside. Waversea Academy was never meant to last, it was just another playground to poison with my hatred. And for a while, it worked. I made sure everyone who thought they belonged here tasted the same misery I was born into. But Harper wasn’t a part of that plan. She wasn’t supposed to matter... moreRhys Waversea is holding a lit match to a can of gasoline, and Clayton Michaels is no longer standing in his way. The plan was simple. Infiltrate my father’s empire and watch it crumble from the inside. Waversea Academy was never meant to last, it was just another playground to poison with my hatred. And for a while, it worked. I made sure everyone who thought they belonged here tasted the same misery I was born into. But Harper wasn’t a part of that plan. She wasn’t supposed to matter. Somehow, she peeled back every layer I built to survive, carved her name into the ruins of who I used to be, and left me exposed. I got what I wanted, I should be celebrating. Instead, I’m spiraling, locked in a war with my own mind. The thrill is gone, the high’s worn off, and now I’m left hollow and alone. Still, she haunts me. My dreams are plagued by her voice, one sentence on repeat which cuts deeper than any blade. “Rhys Waversea is nothing, and he knows it. ”. less

Rhys Waversea has decided where his loyalties lie, and Clayton Michaels couldn't agree more. She’s gone, and it’s killing me. One minute Harper was here, biting back with that sharp tongue and soft heart, and the next, she vanished without a trace. No messages. No leads. Just a silence loud enough to drown me. I’ve searched every inch of Waversea. Questioned every name on her schedule. Even dragged Rhys into the same room more than once, which should tell you just how far I’m willing to go... moreRhys Waversea has decided where his loyalties lie, and Clayton Michaels couldn't agree more. She’s gone, and it’s killing me. One minute Harper was here, biting back with that sharp tongue and soft heart, and the next, she vanished without a trace. No messages. No leads. Just a silence loud enough to drown me. I’ve searched every inch of Waversea. Questioned every name on her schedule. Even dragged Rhys into the same room more than once, which should tell you just how far I’m willing to go. Because we both know this wasn’t random. Someone has taken her. Someone planned this. They think we’re too distracted, too broken, too busy tearing each other apart to notice she’s missing. But they don't know Harper is ours. She belongs to us, and we’re coming for her. less