A dystopian society requires citizens to murder others at the age of eighteen. Kristen, eighteen today, knows that this law is wrong, but disobeying means going against her fa mily and her country. And death. Escape seems impossible, until she meets a handsome stranger who offers her options and shows her a world that isn't coated in blood.
I woke up peacefully in the morning in Jackson’s arms. It took me a moment to realize why, but the peace felt inexplicably wrong. I blinked in surprise, sitting up.
“What?” Jackson asked, shifting beside me.
“I didn’t have a nightmare,” I said slowly.
“You didn’t have a nightmare,” he repeated, as if to confirm it.