They say everyone's a superhero to someone. I'm not sure who I'm supposed to save, but I know who saved me. We were kids. His name was Christopher. And up until the day he pulled me from death's grip, he was nothing more than a boy I felt sorry for. In a blink of an eye, he became the only person who made me feel safe. And then he disappeared. Now I'm seventeen. I'm not a kid anymore. I haven't been for years. While death didn't take me that day, the things that happened left me with scars—the kind that robbed me of everything I once loved and drove me into darkness. But more than anything else, that day—and every day since—has taken away my desire to dream. I wasn't going to have hope. I wouldn't let myself wish. Those things—they weren't for girls like me. That's what I believed...until the new boy. He's nothing like the old boy. He's taller and older. His hair is longer, and his body is...

The selfish one. I suppose that’s the nicest thing people say about me. But I’m ready to make the hard choices and face the consequences. I’m ready to be the girl I was before, and I’m done being the one who lost her way. I’m ready to become the Paige Owens Houston Orr sees when he looks at me. Loving him wasn't part of my plan, but it happened anyway. I'm starting to think plans are overrated.

I'm not supposed to be here.Death has come for me more than once, and each time it's been a boy who's stood between me and my final breath.I called him Christopher when he saved me as a child. When he came into my life again, only months ago, I knew him as Wes. Just as he did the time before, he disappeared the moment he made sure I was out of harm's way; as if I didn't need any more saving.This time, though, death left me with a reminder of how powerful it is. I know it meant to strip me of my spirit again, but it failed.Even so, I know I need Wes to survive. Our souls are woven together somehow, our every breath in sync. I feel it, even though everyone says I shouldn't.The world thinks he's missing.His loved ones don't want to believe he's dead.Only I know just how special he is.I'm going to find him and bring him home, where he belongs. Together, we'll face impossible—we'll rewrite our ending.And when the bad guys come calling, we will always win.

Kensington Worth had a vision for her senior year. It involved her best friends, her posh private school in downtown Chicago and time alone with her piano until her audition was perfected, a guaranteed ticket into the best music programs in the world. Instead, a nightmare took over. It didn’t happen all at once, but her life unraveled quickly—a tiny thread that evil somehow kept pulling until everything precious was taken from her. She was suddenly living miles away from her old life, trapped in an existence she didn’t choose—one determined to destroy her from the inside, leaving only hate and anger behind. It didn’t help that her neighbor, the one whose eyes held danger, was enjoying every second of her fall. Owen Harper was trouble, his heart wild and his past the kind that’s spoken about in whispers. And somehow, his path was always intertwined with Kensington’s, every interaction crushing her, ruining her hope for any future better than her now. Sometimes, though, what everyone warns is trouble, is exactly what the heart needs. Owen Harper was consumed with darkness, and it held onto his soul for years. When Kensington looked at him, she saw a boy who’d gotten good at taking others down when they threatened his carefully balanced life. But the more she looked, the more she saw other things too—good things…things to admire. Things…to love. Things that made her want to be reckless. And those things…they were the scariest of all.