The First Spark: Fractured Souls

Jonquel has survived fire, the foster system, and a family that never truly accepted her. She knows one rule above everything: don't open the door.

Then she looks up across a cafeteria - and something in her goes quiet in a way it never has before.

Stacey is not supposed to be her peace. He's a street operator with a target on his back and blood money in his pockets. But he has felt the pull of her specific soul since a hallway in middle school - and he has never been able to explain it with anything logic taught him.

Because this didn't start in this lifetime.
What lives between them is older than the streets trying to bury them and the system waiting to separate them. It doesn't ask permission.

But a love this old never comes without a price.