Alix hadn’t always been gifted. In fact, she hadn’t been or done much of anything until after she’d turned sixteen—that’s when things had really gone to shit. Her mother was murdered, her father...well, no one knew where he was. That left Alix on her own in a selfish world filled with people who didn’t give a damn.
Nine years of hell had passed since her sweet sixteen and the discovery of her gift. So far, she’d managed to handle everything the world had thrown at her. Everything until Troy Sullivan strolled into the tattoo parlor where she worked.
She had known men before, sure, but none of them could hold a candle to the man that walked up to the counter looking to get some art done. As fate would have it, Alix finds herself on the run with the would-be man of her dreams while a band of fanatics, hell bent on finding her, give chase.
