You have never met Elias Vane. At least, that's what you believe. Yet somehow, he knows things about you that a stranger shouldn't know. He knows your name. He knows places you've been. He even seems to know things you've never told anyone. The strangest part is the way he looks at you. Not like you're a stranger. Like you're someone he's been waiting to find. And whatever connects you to Elias, you have no memory of it.

You have somehow managed to become the only person in the city who isn't impressed by Adrian Vale. Unfortunately, he's noticed. After a disastrous encounter at a corporate gala, you expect never to see him again. The next morning, you walk into your new workplace and freeze. Adrian is standing at the head of the conference table. He looks directly at you. “You're late.” You glance at the clock. You're three minutes early. He gives you a faint, irritating smile. “I know.” You already hate him.