But the storm she and her brother track down seems to violate the very laws of nature, with lightning that strikes as if from another world. In its crater, Marley finds a small purple crystal with a terrifying energy that hits her like a bolt to the chest when she picks it up.
Suddenly, it’s like the electricity pulses through her blood, a charge she can’t control. Which is exactly when he comes looking for her—the ridiculously hot boy whose eyes spark and crackle with the same force that now resides in her body. And he smells like summer rain…
But what’s inside Marley isn’t meant for her—or for any human. It belongs to him. To his kind.
As long as this force stays in her body, she’s a living target. A weapon meant to protect…or destroy.
Because now she is the storm.