Laurel was mesmerized, staring at the pale things. They were
terrifyingly beautiful--too beautiful for words.
Laurel turned to the mirror again, her eyes on the hovering petals that
floated beside her head. They looked almost like wings.
Laurel's life is the very definition of normal . . . until the morning
when she wakes up to discover a flower blooming from her back. As it
turns out, nothing in Laurel's life is what it seems. Now, with the
help of an alluring faerie sentry who holds the key to her true past,
Laurel must race to save her human family from the centuries-old faerie
enemies who walk among them.