I woke up in a storm. Not just the one outside, where thunder howled and rain slammed against the windows, but the storm inside me-the kind that leaves you gasping for answers you're not sure you want. My name-if it even is mine-is Alessa, though some stranger in the shadows insists I'm someone else: Elena. The man who saved me, Draven, is a puzzle with sharp edges and darker corners. He says I'm special. He says I'm safe. But here's the thing about Draven-you can't trust someone who's always two steps ahead, especially when they look at you like you're both a miracle and a mistake. And now? Now there are whispers-people I've never met who know my name, a house that seems to breathe when I'm not looking, and a village that feels like it's been waiting for me to remember something I can't. Something I shouldn't. Whoever I was before, whatever I am now, I know one thing for sure: the truth isn't a gift-it's a weapon. And someone, somewhere, is about to use it.