"Normal" is something I could only dream of being called. "Mental" or "screwed up" is what I'm labeled. But actually feeling other people's pain does that to a girl. I'm not an empath. I'm crazy! That is until I meet one guy who makes it all go away. The problem is, he's even crazier than me. At least I thought that in the beginning before the coincidences became undeniable. But, if what he was saying were true, he would not only become my savior, he would also open my eyes to a world filled with angels, demons, witches, and an ancient curse that I'm caught smack bang in the middle of. Either way, I already knew he'd be the death of me.