A deadly explosion. A league of assassins. And no place to hide.

Jasper Andrews has a knack for being where the fire starts. She'd like you to know that's usually a coincidence.

When a series of explosions tears through her town — her school, the police station, her own home — no one believes that. Some days, neither does she. With her family gone and the finger pointed straight at her, she flees to Manhattan. The Order of Vespers, a clandestine cabal of assassins, finds her anyway — and they're not interested in whether she did it. They're interested in what she is.

According to the Order, Jasper is the only one who can stop the prophecy — or start it. Forced into an uneasy bargain, she trains with killers who want control over a fate she never asked for, learning to steady powers she barely understands. She's been in worse situations. She thinks.

It gets worse. Alliances inside the Order are fracturing, and a betrayal she didn't see coming turns covert operations into a bloodied standoff. Now Jasper is out of time and out of options — and the choice in front of her is the one she's been dreading since the beginning.

Sacrifice herself to stop a threat she may have helped unlock. Or walk away and watch everything burn.

She's very tired of fire.