Lovesick by Trisha Wolfe

“To even comprehend it, you have to abandon the comfort of known physics. You have to reach into the unknown, into the void itself, and hope some semblance of humanity survives.”

— Orion Night

In astrophysics, anything dark is simply unknown. When you become obsessed with the relentless pursuit of such all-consuming forces, you become something of what you cannot explain.

Hidden. Unknown. Warped.

The darkness behind stars.

Until she entered Stonehurst University, I had no idea how close I was to the edge—always one reckless heartbeat away from stepping off the cliff. To quiet the intrusive chaos in my head, I need the danger, the rush.

Now I need her.

Nothing has ever felt more dangerous.

Especially when my fire sign is keeping her own deadly secrets on this misty, academic harbor.

Yet with one forbidden touch, my willpower to fight this force goes up in flames. It’s written in the stars. From the moment Collins Holbrook entered my orbit, there was one thing I understood unequivocally:

She was mine.

And I won’t let anything—not even the dark tide rising within me—eclipse her light.