Product Description
Author: Sarah Beard
Kai met Avery only once-in the moment he died saving her life. Now when he's not using his new healing powers to help people, he watches helplessly as Avery's life is unraveled by his death. To help her, he risks everything by breaking the rules, dangerously blurring the barriers between life and death.
304 Pages
About the Author:
SARAH BEARD is the author of Porcelain Keys, a YA contemporary romance. She has a degree in communications from the University of Utah and splits her time between writing and freelance editing. She is a cancer survivor and a hopeless romantic. She enjoys reading and composing music, and lives with her husband and children in Salt Lake City, Utah.
Excerpt:
I don't know how it's decided who lives and who dies. All I know is I've been assigned to save two people tonight, and there are three strewn across the highway. Raindrops are pounding the against asphalt, and ambulance lights wash the scene in bursts of red like an outdoor rave. Only, there's no one dancing here. Just a heap of metal that was once a car, a No U-turn sign that someone ignored, and three people teetering on the edge of the living world. The paramedics are already working on them. But without my help, none of the injured will be leaving here alive.
I stride through a puddle toward the first person I've been assigned to. My feet don't disturb the water as I pass through, as though it's a mirage in a desert. In truth, I'm the mirage. The thing with no real substance.
He's a teenage boy like me, and the paramedics don't notice as I kneel beside him. Not because they're not busy tying a tourniquet around his leg, but because I'm invisible to them.
I've gotten used to not being acknowledged, but after being a healer for six months, I still haven't gotten used to the sight of blood. So I divert my gaze from the boy's red-soaked jeans to his face. His eyes are closed, his mouth open as raindrops fall between his lips. Something about him makes me feel like I'm looking in a mirror. Maybe it's the color of his hair or his age. He must be seventeen or eighteen, about the same age I was when I died. Lucky for him, I'm here to make sure he doesn't share my fate.
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