Some gifts skip generations. Hers arrived fifteen years too early. Margaret Shanning has been seeing things since she was five years old. Visions. Dreams. A glowing sunflower in a field that watches her back. A silhouette getting closer every year. Her family calls it a gift. Maggie calls it a curse. Then at six, she starts dreaming about a boy. Green eyes. Brown hair. Freckles. Fifteen dreams before she turns seven. At eight, he moves in next door. Shane Calloway has no idea he has been living in Maggie's dreams for two years. He only knows that the girl next door feels like home in a way nothing else does. That he would grow herbs in his garden for her. Walk seven minutes out of his way for her. Wait eleven years for her, without entirely knowing he was waiting. But something ancient runs in Maggie's bloodline. Something that is waking up. The visions are changing - darker, rawer, more dangerous than anything Jane ever trained her for. The threshold is coming. And Maggie Shanning, the girl who was never supposed to be this powerful this soon, is running out of time to be ready. *First love. Ancient blood. And a gift that has never once shown her anything that wasn't true.*