Erasing Faith by Julie Johnson
"You can’t erase your soulmate. The marks they leave are etched in permanent ink."
WES
Weston Abbott is a ghost.
I like it that way.
Floating from place to place, I slip seamlessly into other people’s lives and destroy them from the inside out.
I’m untouchable. Untraceable.
Until her.
She’s in my head, under my skin. I can’t shake her — I don’t want to shake her.
She’s the best thing that ever happened to me.
And I’m her worst nightmare, come out to play.
FAITH
Faith Morrissey is dead.
I killed her.
Well, that’s what it feels like.
For three years, I’ve lived as “Fae Montgomery” in a city of strangers, licking my wounds and trying to forget. It’s pointless. No matter how many times I change my name or vanish around unfamiliar street corners, I’ll never stop seeing that foolish, naive girl whenever I look in the mirror.
I know it wasn’t real — that he wasn’t real — but that doesn’t make it any easier.
I can erase myself.
I can never erase him.