Some institutions don't bury their dead. They file them.
At a centuries-old college built on old money and older silences, a student lies dead at the foot of a staircase, and everyone agrees it was an accident. Wren knows better. She has learned to read this place: who is protected, who is spent, and whose truth quietly disappears from the record.
So when a boy is led away for a death she knows he did not cause, Wren says nothing. Silence is the only currency she has, and she has been saving it.
Then there is Julian. Heir to the family that owns half the college and most of its secrets, he is the one person sharp enough to see exactly what she is doing, and reckless enough to make her an offer instead of an enemy. What begins as mutual blackmail becomes something far more dangerous: trust, between two people who have every reason to destroy each other.
To expose a buried murder, Wren will forge records, trade favors, and put her own name on the record. But the truth in a place like this has a price, and it does not take payment in anything as cheap as money.
A dark academia romantic suspense about dangerous equals, the cost of truth, and a love that could ruin them both.