Johnny Locdon died on the playground when I was nine. Adam Rhodes died in the swimming pool when I was thirteen. Jacqueline Fray died in her bed when I was fifteen. The common thread? Twenty-four hours before, I kissed them. I loved them. My name is Cordelia Stoker and where my love lands, misery follows. My kiss brings death to all. All, except him. The boy who just kissed me. The same boy from my dreams.