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.

I don't know what happened. Or how, or why. All I knew was how to shoot a gun and keep Amelia safe. Now, Amelia is missing, with my gun. I'm being hunted, by the deceivers. Wandering on highways is the best chance of survival, not hiding. Let them take me, try to change me. It won't work, I'm different. I have the strain.

15 year old Anastasia Adams has spent her entire life on run. She and her mother have never spent more than 18 months in any one location, often times leaving with just the clothes on their backs. Despite the havoc that this is wreaking on Ana's social and academic life, her mother offers no explanation as to why it is they're constantly moving, or even what it is they're running from. But that all changes one night in the woods of Pelion, SC--the night the terror catches up with them. Fearing her mother dead, and having barely escaped with her own life, Ana is whisked away to world of privilege and tradition. It's a fairytale come to life. The poor girl used to living out of a suitcase is now a resident of one of the most exclusive addresses in the world. The people there adore her and she catches the eye of a young guardian who sees her as a refreshing change to the girls he's grown up with. If only they could find her mother. If only she knew the consequences of being born a "conjurer." If only she knew who that green eyed stranger was, the stranger who'll tell her about a past too romantic, and too tragic to be real. In the end, she'll have to choose between the boy who has captured her heart and the stranger she can feel down in her soul, assuring at least one of them an almost certain death.