Para~nition

I told myself the dreams weren't real. It's what I wanted to believe. But the dreams and nightmares were real. They soon evolved into visions of sacrificial murders, and I had to face the fact that it was the beginning of a powerful ability. Unfortunately, I wasn’t the only one who knew about it.

Take Kyle Miller for instance—tall, handsome, and someone who wanted to lock me away like a lab rat. To me, he was no better than the ones who haunted my dreams. It wasn’t going to be easy finding the people behind the murders while staying one step ahead of Miller. But I would do it—or die trying.