Willow Blake, oh how I hate my name. It means so much more than just a name. It's a "hey look at me I'm the daughter of the dead famous Lydia and Aspen Blake" label on my back. It's also branding me as the survivor of the whole family. But worst of all, it's the name written in a file in a mental hospital. Who would have known? When I meet Wilder everything is just grand. But what I didn't expect was that our little romance will turn both our lives to shit. Running, hiding, and killing is not what I expect from a relationship, but who would?