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genre: YA fantasy
Seventeen-year-old Abigail Johnson is Gifted.
Blessed—or cursed—with Sight and Healing, Abby lives an unsettled life, moving from place to place and staying one step ahead of the darkness that hunts her. When she arrives in Jackson, Wyoming, she is desperate to maintain the illusion of normalcy, but she is plagued with visions of past lives mixed with frightening glimpses of her future. Then she meets Kye, a mysterious boy who seems so achingly familiar that Abby is drawn to him like he’s a missing piece of her own soul.
Before Abby can discover the reason for her feelings toward Kye, the darkness catches up to her and she is forced to flee again. But this time she’s not just running. She is fighting back with Kye at her side, and it’s not just Abby’s life at stake.
Excerpt
When I jerk awake, the full moon bounces above the mountains like a bright ball in the darkening sky, gilding the edges of the distant cliffs. Kye rubs my arm and smoothes my hair. “Nightmare?”
Heat creeps up my cheeks as I lift my head to meet his gaze. The tenderness in his expression makes me long to stay right here, wrapped in his arms and staring into the endless pools of blue for the rest of forever.
I tear my eyes away, feeling silly, and glance at his watch. After only an hour, my crush has developed into something far more dangerous. Kye traces circles up and down my arm, and my chest tightens when his hand slides under my chin and tips it up.
A spark of recognition passes between us, something undeniably strong and just as inexplicable, and I can’t look away. Conversations buzz around us, but we float in our own little bubble, focused and unmoving for what feels like eons. Then his hand moves down my arm until our fingers lace together.
He shifts, pulls me closer, his heart beating a quick, irregular thrum under my free hand. In this moment, I want Kye to kiss me in the same way my lungs want oxygen. The wanting makes me tremble from an ache I swear I’ve felt before, but can’t for the life of me remember where or why or with whom. It is that sensation—the not knowing—that pulls me back, sends me scrambling out of his arms.
He keeps a firm hold of my hand, refusing to completely break contact. His thumb caresses the inside of my wrist, sending vibrations of energy to awaken all my senses. It feels as though time is racing,
dragging me along behind it, and I experience a surge of panic. What if my time with Kye is limited?
What if he’s only a temporary part of my life? Will I be gutted when he leaves? I might.
Breathe in. Breathe out. Stay calm. Don’t freak out again. Not here, on the bus. Not in front of
Kye. Not while he’s holding my hand. The warmth from that hand spreads up my arm, keeping me
grounded, and I realize that it is because I’m holding on to Kye that I’m able to find my balance.
“You okay?” His voice is unsteady.
“Okay?” I shake my head. Of course I’m not okay. I’ve completely lost my mind. “You?”
He shakes his head too.
At least I’m not the only one.
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