The Only Constant

A storm starts long before you see the clouds.

Darkness gathers on the horizon, snuffing out the light. The air charges with electricity-a crisp tang in the nose-and the world falls silent.

Lightning cuts sparks across the sky. Thunder booms. And then-chaos. A powerful storm thrashes the earth. Like all storms, it ends. The sun emerges. Peace returns.

Peace. Its all Lizeth Frontenac has ever wanted, and for the past few months, shes found it, leaving her gifts as an empath behind to reconnect with herself. But something outside her haven is disturbing the quiet.

​The clouds are gathering. Lightning sparks: A passionate suitor, August Shelley, nudges into Lizeths haven. The reformed villain, half-god, is passionate, fragile, protective. And terrifying.

​Thunder booms: The desperate owner of a haunted house seeks Lizeths help. Something strange has happened to his dog that he cant explain. And a ghost has been visiting him. A blur in the corner of his eye, like ink in water.

And then-chaos. Lizeth is drawn out of her haven and onto a journey through past, present, and future, to fight the infinite battle between what we want and what we must do. On this journey, Lizeth will chase herself and the ghost. A hunter who can slay hundreds, invisibly.

A hunter whos marked her as prey, and will chase her to the end of time