SLATERFor over a decade I searched for her. She disappeared a long time ago, but I never gave up. The hope of seeing her again was the only thing that kept me holding on for so long, clutching onto the small chance that she might know who I am when I found her againāif I found her again. It was always a big if. But I wasnāt going to rest until I got an answer. Alive or dead, I would find her. I needed to know what happened to the girl who took my heart when we were young and kept it for well over a decade, who owns every single piece of who I am. Nobody else has ever come close.And now Iāve found her, and sheās lookinā at me like she doesnāt know who I amālike I wasnāt her first kiss, her first boyfriend, her first love, her first heartbreak, the man who took her innocence, the man who destroyed her and caused her to run, the man who spent ten years trying to find her because of one pathetic, pitiful mistake. I ruined her, and now she has no idea who I amānot a single damned clue.ELLIEI donāt know who he is, and yet something about him seems strangely familiar.I know nothing of who I am. All my memories are like hazy nightmares. I donāt know which ones are real and which ones are fake. I donāt even know my own name. I donāt know anything about my past. I only know that for the last ten years, Iāve been Ravenāonly that isnāt my real name.But thatās what he called meāthe monster who owned me, the monster disguised as a saint, a monster I finally escaped.And now thereās himāSlater, a man who claims to have spent the last decade searching for me, his Ellie. He claims Iām the love of his life. Heās desperate for me to remember him. But I donātāeven though when I look into his eyes, I feel strangely at home, like heās the missing piece of who I am. But can I trust him? Can I trust the man who claims to love me and yet is telling me heās the reason for my hell? Who is telling me that heās the one who destroyed me? Is he a bigger monster than the one I just escaped from?