Blurb：
When **Fallon Kincaid** awakens in her 12-year-old body at a grim group home, she’s armed with chilling memories: **Stellan Beckett**’s grave, bloodied fists of thugs, and the vow that haunted her final breath. Now reborn, she’ll weaponize time itself to shield her destined ally—even if it means claiming **Meredith Porter**’s kindness while battling venomous kin like **Brenda Jennings**. But Oakhaven High’s predators—**Brody Jennings**, golden-boy cousin, and **Dahlia Montgomery**, mayor’s daughter—are hunting fresh prey.
Witness a **time-loop revenge** saga where Fallon wages psychological warfare against bullies and bloodsuckers alike. From sending funeral wreaths to scheming relatives, to exposing high school tyrants with recorded proof, this **dark academia** thriller twists **found family** bonds into razor wire. Can one resurrected girl outmaneuver generational greed and **high school hierarchy** before history repeats? The stakes? **Stellan Beckett**’s survival—and the ashes of every enemy who dares touch him again.
Content：
§PROLOGUEThe cold granite of the tombstone pressed against my cheek.
It was a cheap, sad little plot of land, littered with withered flowers and trash.
The name on the stone was Stellan Beckett.
My Stellan.
The rain plastered my hair to my skull, mixing with the blood trickling from the gash on my forehead.
A boot slammed into my ribs, and I coughed, tasting iron.
"Find anything?" a gruff voice asked.
"Nah, boss. She's got nothing on her," another voice replied. "Just a crazy bitch crying over some dead kid's grave."
The man they called boss loomed over me, his face a blur of shadows and menace.
"A real shame," he grunted, kicking Stellan's headstone. "This one was smart. Could've been useful."
Rage, white-hot and absolute, burned through the pain.
I lunged, my fingers clawing for his throat, a final, desperate act of defiance.
A sharp, searing pain shot through my back.
Then another.
The world tilted, the grey sky swirling into darkness.
My last thought was a silent promise, a scream that no one could hear.
*If I get another chance… I swear I’ll protect you.*
*I’ll burn their world to the ground.*
Then, nothing.
Until…
Light.
Harsh, fluorescent light, smelling of disinfectant and institutional sadness.
I was sitting on a stiff cot, the thin blanket rough against my skin.
Across the room, a woman with a clipboard called out names.
"Fallon Kincaid."
My name.
My *old* name.
My gaze snapped across the room, finding him instantly.
Stellan.
He was sitting on his own cot, his glasses slightly askew, looking frail and lost.
He was alive.
Two sets of potential adoptive parents stood waiting.
One was a woman with a kind, gentle face, her eyes filled with a quiet sorrow. Meredith Porter. Stellan's future. His doom.
The other was a man with a scarred face and tattoos crawling up his neck. My future. My crucible.
Our eyes met across the sterile room.
In that single, silent glance, everything was understood.
The shared memory of pain.
The impossible second chance.
The vow.
I stood up, my legs trembling, and walked past the scarred man without a second look.
I took Meredith Porter's gentle hand in mine.
Behind me, I heard a soft, determined voice.
Stellan Beckett had chosen the monster's path.
So I could choose his.
This time, things would be different.
§01
The drive from the State Group Home was quiet.
Meredith Porter held the steering wheel with a delicate grip, her knuckles white.
She kept glancing at me in the rearview mirror, her expression a mix of hope and apprehension.
"We're almost there, Fallon," she said, her voice as soft as her worn cardigan. "I know it's not much, but I hope you'll feel at home."
Home.
The word felt foreign, a language I hadn't spoken in two lifetimes.
The house was a small, neat bungalow on a quiet suburban street.
It was the kind of place that should have felt safe.
I knew better.
The front door opened before Meredith could find her keys.
A woman with a sour, pinched face and eyes that calculated everything stood in the doorway.
Brenda Jennings.
My adoptive father's sister.
The leech.
"So, you actually did it," Brenda said, her voice dripping with disapproval as she looked me up and down. "Spent my brother's hard-earned money on a charity case."
"Brenda, please," Meredith whispered, her shoulders slumping. "It was Michael's wish. He always wanted to—"
"Michael's wishes got him killed," Brenda snapped, cutting her off. "And now you're bringing another mouth to feed into this house. A house, I might add, that my mother and I are graciously sharing with you."
I watched Meredith shrink under the verbal assault, her gentle nature no match for Brenda's venom.
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