Katerina Wilson had barely turned eighteen. She is naïve and believes in people without limits. What does she know about pain? Everything. Hunter Easton Haits is twenty-three. What does he know about love? Nothing. The son of wealthy parents—automatically guaranteeing him a wonderful future: self-confident, arrogant, privileged. He has never lived with nerves on the outside; emotions never tore him open inside out. He bet on me with his friends, but he didn’t take one thing into account: wanting to make me fall for him, he would fall himself. A story about a girl in love and human lowliness—about how easy it is to break a person’s faith in love, and how strongly you can love broken people. From the author: the final book of the duology.