This is the tragedy of knowing my fate: I have seen how it ends, and I will walk right into it, and nothing will change.

Clinical, brilliantly medical-minded Adam believes in fate. A fate with Fia.

I’m very familiar with how Fia fights.” I smirk. “I’m so glad one of us kicked your butt.

It’s about Fia. Everything always is, even when she is nowhere near, even when she left all of us. We still orbit the brilliant, chaotic burning of her star.

We have another friend in common. Sweetest girl. She’s like a sane version of you. Goes by Annie.

You really care about my sister, don’t you?” I don’t want him to. He’s so sweet. I can’t imagine anyone loving Fia without being hurt by it.