Rabiah Masoud knows how to disappear. It's a skill that comes naturally when the world is built on the things you'd rather forget. She's a ghost in the aftermath, slipping through shadows, weaving lies, and burying truths so deep even she can't dig them out. Hate keeps her moving. Love keeps her tethered. Both are curses she can't seem to shake. The apocalypse didn't make her ruthless-it just stripped away the excuses. She doesn't look back, not anymore. What she left behind is either dust or worse, and what lies ahead is as unforgiving as she is. But some things won't stay buried, no matter how far she runs. Memories. Faces. Choices. And him. Rabiah doesn't believe in fate. The dead have made sure of that. But there's something relentless about the past, always finding a way to remind her that survival isn't just about outrunning death-it's about living with everything that comes with it.All Rights Reserved
1 part