*Two women. One Prophecy. Zero places to hide.*

I had a physics degree in my pocket and my future all worked out: get a job, make friends, and have fun for once.

I'd say the first sign that my plans were about to take a nosedive was a leather-clad stranger calling me her people's "chosen one."

The convincer came when her enemies arrived—armed, dangerous, and out for my blood.

Turns out, college didn't prepare me for life as well as I'd hoped.