Jasslyn Brookside has always harboured a curiosity for her childhood friend. She can't be blamed: Jacoby Harold is constantly trailed by flowers and plants, the occasional balloon or firework. He isn't the only one. From the day Jasslyn could form the thought that this was out of the ordinary, she has seen others like him. Men who stand like statues, as if hoping no one would see them. Women who walk around pretending nothing is wrong while vines as thick as pythons slither after them. After a chance encounter with two reportedly "missing" people, Jasslyn realizes that her past and future are more entwined with Jacoby's than she ever imagined. When she finds out the extent to which their paths cross, a message becomes clear to her: to delve too deep into Jacoby's world would mean unearthing secrets she would be safer without.

“Want to play a game?” He asked huskily, his words slurring the slightest bit as he walked towards me. I took a long sip from my plastic cup, enjoying the burning sensation the liquid left in my throat on its way down. Bringing a finger to my chin, I taped it as if in thought. “What kind of game?” I asked slyly, my lips curving into a smirk that seemed to make his own grow more pronounced. Coming to a stop in front of me, he looked down, his emerald eyes blazing with undeniable lust. He ran a hand through his chocolate brown hair. “It’s a little game I like to call two truths and a lie.” Triton Palatas knows why Trent Greene suddenly disappeared last Christmas. Thayer Knight is hiding a secret about the night Triton's mother was killed that could change everything. Kadence Greene has known who killed Triton's mother all along. We all have secrets, but can you tell the two truths from the lie? Neither can they. Never underestimate the power of the game.