Fate Trace

Beck Wolffbrandt is not good for me—he's not good period. He is unhinged; without abandon. His darkness calls to the depraved parts of me, relieving me of all rational thought processes. I can't help but want all the things he thinks he can't offer me. My pursuit of him quickly morphs into a dangerous game I'm not sure either of us can win. I'm willing to risk everything to show him what we could be. Including my life.

They showed up when I had no one else, their motives totally obscure. Driven by my need for closure, I find myself inexplicably drawn to them. At the lowest point in my life, they offered me a twisted redemption: revenge. Having them around ignites conflicting emotions within me—familiarity intertwined with so much doubt—and they want nothing more than to keep me.

I thought being forced to start over in my career was the worst thing that could possibly happen to me. That is, until that same night when I met a stranger in a bar. He was only meant to be a distraction from my spiraling mental state. Little did I know, he would unintentionally set me on a new path in life—before I disappeared, at least. I left, immediately regretting that I didn't get his name and would probably never see him again. Less than a year later, my new mentor passed away, leaving me nervous about what the future held once more.