" For as long as I can remember, I have been told to follow three important rules;

Always guard my ability

Never share my secret

And pretend to be normal.

However, those three little rules don't make my life easier. I still find dead people and deal with strange visions. Not to mention, an attraction to a boy who doesn't exist. Whenever we cross paths he mists away like smoke on a mirror. He drives me crazy, that Kaff Cooper.

As a flock of dead crows fall from the blackened sky, Kaff becomes the only one who can see the truth straight to the dark underbelly of who I actually am.

My hands feel the pull to extract the forsaken, the lost, the forgotten. It comes as naturally as breathing and there is no stopping it."