Heartless Heathens - Santana Knox

Hey,Over here.No, look up.Yeah, I’m the one they talk about. The headmaster’s prized possession, locked away in the bell tower of NotreDame Parochial College. To most of the students I was just a myth.An urban legend.The girl who rings the bells up in the tower, the one who talks to gargoyles.Frollo’s secretThen they showed up, those heartless heathens. Outcasts, just like me. But these men aren’t just dangerous, they’re heartless. They won’t abide or bend to the rules of this deranged school and the secrets it keeps from the world.But now that they’ve found me, they may never let me go.And maybe I wouldn’t want them to…