Fractured Sight

I can constantly see them, the fractures. It doesn't matter if I'm in a crowded subway or standing alone in my apartment, I see them—shimmering cracks in the air that no one else notices. I've long given up trying to explain. Everything changes when a fracture tears wide open in front of me, and something crawls through. Something that wants me dead. The voices I've heard my whole life go silent except for one strong command: Run. So of course, I listen. That's when they show up—four supernatural investigators who can actually see what I see. Kane, the werewolf enforcer with secrets in his eyes. Adrian, the vampire who knows more about me than he should. Finn, the chaos witch whose magic is as unpredictable as his grin. And Zeph, the exiled fae who looks at me like I'm the answer to a question he's been asking for centuries. They have questions about the abilities I didn't know I had, the differences that make me something more than human—something that shouldn't exist. When my employer betrays me and I'm left with nowhere else to go, I have one choice: trust these dangerous strangers or die. Again. It's a good job that I never turn down a challenge, because this may be one that I don't survive.