Seattle, 1993.
Natalie White has nine months until she turns eighteen, and nine months of Phyllis Yates left to survive. Her ninth foster home. A woman who takes in the kids the state pays extra for, keeps them medicated, and never hits where it shows.
Nat has a plan. Get out, stay out, and manage her friends’ band full time. Your Dumb Boyfriend is going to be huge, and she is going to be the reason.
So the first thing she does when she runs is stop taking her pills.
She always assumed they were for the night terrors. They were not. They were hiding her.
Within a week the faceless hunters from her nightmares are standing in daylight. And so is the man who has been pulling her out of those nightmares since she was five: a stranger in a black duster who knows her real name, knows how many lives she has already spent, and never takes off his gloves.
Everything his bare skin touches burns to ash.
He has loved her through six lifetimes. He has never once been able to touch her.
And she is running out of lives.