Dark Lens

<p>I woke up in a storm. Not just the one outside where thunder howled and rain slammed against the windows but the storm inside me-the kind that leaves you gasping for answers you're not sure you want. My name-if it even is mine-is Alessa though some stranger in the shadows insists I'm someone else: Elena. The man who saved me Draven is a puzzle with sharp edges and darker corners. He says I'm special. He says I'm safe. But here's the thing about Draven-you can't trust someone who's always two steps ahead especially when they look at you like you're both a miracle and a mistake. And now? Now there are whispers-people I've never met who know my name a house that seems to breathe when I'm not looking and a village that feels like it's been waiting for me to remember something I can't. Something I shouldn't. Whoever I was before whatever I am now I know one thing for sure: the truth isn't a gift-it's a weapon. And someone somewhere is about to use it.</p>