Lukas is alive. I"m talking in the flesh, and he is just as dreamy as ever. Problem is I haven"t told Gavin. There are just no words to tell someone that your dreams... really aren"t just dreams. And I"m a sucky liar. When the two actually met, it"s a freaking disaster. Like fists flying, magic swirling and tempers flaring. Ugh. Boys. But Lukas and I have something in common, other than sharing dreams. Our magic has similar signatures. Nobody knows what that means. And as much as I know that it kills Gavin, Lukas is helping me control it. The more I use my magic, the more trouble seems to find me. Loads of it. Turns out my magic might just be more dangerous than anyone bargained for.