Seventeen year old Irina Pashkova is shunned by her parents for her unique psychic abilities until they eventually cannot cope any longer, sending her to Briarcliff Manor. Will Kit Walker relieve her of her loneliness and then some?
"How old are you?" He asks me, studying me carefully while leaning back and taking a drag from his cigarette.
"Seventeen. How about yourself?"
I stood up, slowly walking towards him until his face was just inches from my own. I stared deeply into his dark brown eyes, inhaling the stale comforting scent of cigarette smoke. His breathing became heavy as he intently returned my gaze.
"You're playing with fire aren't you, Kit Walker?"
I leaned in as if to kiss him, but pulled away at the last second, smirking before walking off.