Hailey Beck is 25 years old and looks young. She often gets mistaken for 20-22 years old. Her hair is a brown auburn color that falls in light waves to her upper back with long layers and framing pieces around her jawline. Freckles dot across her nose, cheekbones, and up onto her forehead, almost like a mask. Her eyes shine a dark blue that glisten in light, almost hidden behind her hooded eyelids...

Hailey Beck has no intention of returning to her hometown. Ever. But when she receives an invitation for a dinner party from her high school friend Amber, she can’t refuse. After all, Amber’s supposed to be dead. When Hailey arrives at the dinner, she comes face to face with her past - and all the memories and bridges she burned. When one of the guests is found dead, Hailey realizes that no one is...

“Do you know the color of your soul?” She began, “Everyone’s always talking about aura or presence, but nobody talks about the soul. Not the color, at least.”

“Does that matter?” I ask, blood trickling from my split lip onto my chin.

“Yes,” her face hardens as her eyes dance around my face, down by body, as if drinking every inch of my being without lifting a glass.

“So, what’s the color of my s...