Soul mate marks came into existence a few generations ago. Those were a welcome thing, meaning true love and happiness. Either with you from birth or you were a "blank". Some even had more then one, but that was still looked at weirdly. But then came the symbols. Welcomed by none, they appeared through out life telling stories. Some people never got them, others, like me, did. Mine is pink and is on my left breast above my heart, a circle broken and shattered, the symbol of abuse. I hide it daily, not wanting the looks of pity people carrying that symbol receive. But what happens when 14 men wander in not only carrying the same symbol as me, but my name in pink, marking me as their destiny. Even worse what if I carry all of their names too. How long can I fight fate before everything comes crashing down around me? My name is Sang and I have no clue what is going to happen.
Elliot Jensen and Elliot Fintry have a lot in common. They share the same name, the same house, the same school, oh and they hate each other but, as they will quickly learn, there is a fine line between love and hate.