By Corrine Jackson
She did not understand how a long way she'd go--until she was once pushed.
Remy O'Malley used to be simply studying to harness her uncanny therapeutic energy whilst she came across the opposite, darker half her bloodline. Now she lives trapped among worlds, uneasy between her fellow Healers--and relentlessly hunted by way of the Protectors.
Forced to hide her twin id, and the presence of her Protector boyfriend Asher Blackwell, Remy encounters a shadow group of Healers who will positioned her loyalties to the attempt.
Pushed to the restrict, with the lives of these she loves so much at the line, Remy needs to come to a decision no matter if to settle on aspects in a centuries-old war--or make the final word sacrifice and visit a spot from which she could by no means go back. . .
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"The first feel Thieves novel doesn't disappoint. . .The characters are so real looking; you cannot aid yet think your self as one in all them. exciting and chilling!" --RT ebook Reviews, four Stars
"A star-crossed romance highlights this sequence opener. . .Good suspense, innovative premise." --Kirkus
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The whole lot slot in a jumbled method. most likely simply because i used to be forcing them to slot. I hated Alcais. used to be I easily seeing what i needed to work out simply because I couldn’t stand him? might be i used to be off base, however it wasn’t like I had the other guesses. Alcais may possibly understand whatever. I took an opportunity and texted Gabe. ASHER ALIVE. want you currently @ ERINS. keep on with ALCAIS. be cautious. Then I left the rest room and prayed that Alcais could lead us to Asher. It was once more challenging than I’d proposal it'd be to claim goodbye to Erin. I wouldn’t leave out the others—especially Alcais—but Erin used to be various. I’d come to care approximately her. I stunned her with a hug and squeezed her a bit too tightly. She made a squawk after which giggled. I whispered, “Thank you,” into her ear, and she or he squeezed me again. Delia rolled her eyes while I waved, and that i overlooked Alcais completely. I Franc to the truck, stung by way of genuine remorse that i might by no means see Erin back and feeling helpless simply because I couldn’t strength Alcais to inform me what he knew. someplace in the dead of night, Gabe waited to keep on with Alcais. If that boy left the home back, Gabe could keep on with. His limbs can be part torn off, yet he might nonetheless be there simply because Asher can be alive. My pulse leapt on the suggestion, and that i needed to shove the anxiousness away back. at the as far back as San Francisco, I stared on the lighting mirrored at the passenger window and sat on my fingers to conceal how they trembled. Uncertainty howled via me. Had my grandfather’s affection been playacting—a staged video game to maintain me pacified? How had I forgotten that my mom had as soon as run from him? I gritted my the teeth, anger crackling lower than my dermis. How a lot did he find out about what Alcais was once as much as? That idea nagged at me, and it killed me that I couldn’t come correct out and ask with out gifting away what I knew. again in Blackwell Falls, I had was hoping that my grandfather may understand what i used to be and perhaps have how to “fix” me. or maybe be aware of a fashion for me to be with Asher with no killing him. Now, I simply wanted that i'll pass domestic and undo every little thing that had occurred the following. I had risked everybody I cared approximately for not anything. I’d suggestion I’d won extra relations, yet I’d won not anything. This group, those people—they weren't mine. i didn't belong. Out of the nook of my eye, I spied Franc tapping his palms at the guidance wheel in time to a tune at the radio. He seemed carefree. pleased even. other than his gaze lower towards me with an assessing look, as though he used to be contemplating new how you can try me and push me, whereas holding me in line. was once that what this night might were approximately if I’d consented? one other try out? I’d sought after him to like me and had missed the symptoms that i used to be being manipulated. It used to be my mom another time. negative Remy. So determined for romance, she’ll do something for a kin. That sour voice in my head mocked me. Rightly so. I had led us all so far. both my grandmother’s loss of life had screwed up Franc greater than I’d learned, or his time major the Healers had performed it. I studied his wrinkled epidermis, trying to find solutions and wishing i used to be flawed.