Living between worlds has never been comfortable, but it's where I've always fit: between human and fey, illness and health, magic and reality.

I've spent the last six years looking for a cure for the nameless sickness eating me up. If I believed there was one out there, I would keep searching. But there isn't, so I've come back home, where my past and present tangle. Come home to live . . . and to die.

But my father insists I meet Kin. He's a healer, and determined to help, even though I'm not so hopeful anymore. But Kin isn't what I expected, in any way. He sees me, not my illness. He reminds me of what it's like to be alive. And I can't help falling for him, even though I know it isn't fair to either of us.

Kin thinks he has the cure I've been looking for, but it's a cure that will change everything: me, my life, my heart. If I refuse, I could lose Kin. But if I take it, I might lose myself.