From midnight on Halloween, they hunt one chosen mortal. They do this every year. Why do you think there are so many fairy tales or missing people? They are taken by the fey. They are killed by the fey. Grace Logan has been chosen to participate in the Wild Hunt; as the prey.
"You chose me for a reason, not because you thought I was pretty. You knew I had a chance because I’m like them—the fey.”
She is protected for the next twenty-four hours from dying. She can still be hurt, running into a door will still bruise. But not a car crash, gunshot or an overdose will kill. The only way Grace can die is by fey. Can Grace, a mere mortal, be able to outrun the fey? Or will midnight be too late for her?
He lightly kissed her cheek and moved towards her ear to whisper. “Run.”
She moved back but he gripped her shoulders and held her firmly in place. “Run. Remember what I told you. Don’t sleep, just survive.” He paused. “Please.”
Grace frowned and concentrated on dragging the memories out. What had he said?