Fisilti - Becca Fitzpatrick | 2026 Release |

I'd trace the ghost of a wing on my shoulder blade, feel the phantom press of lips on my forehead, and my heart would race—not with fear, but with a grief so ancient it felt like a second skeleton. My mother watched me with careful eyes. My best friend, Vee, filled the silence with chatter, hoping to drown out the questions I couldn't voice.

His name was a hole in my chest.

And when his cold fingers brushed mine, the whisper grew louder. Not in my ears—in my blood. A name. A promise. A silence finally breaking.

His jaw tightened. He pulled a folded paper from his jacket—a page torn from a book, the edges charred. On it, in handwriting I didn't recognize as my own, were the words: If I forget you, find me in the storm. Fisilti - Becca Fitzpatrick

I had chosen him once. I would choose him again.

The Echo of a Forgotten Vow

"Angel," he said, the word scraping out of a throat full of broken glass. I'd trace the ghost of a wing on

"Do I know you?" I asked, my voice a stranger's.

But at night, the fisilti came. Whispers in the dark. A voice like cold fire, saying my name like a prayer and a warning all at once. Patch.

He stepped into a shaft of moonlight, and I saw them—shadows moving under his skin, the faint, terrible beauty of something not human. A fallen angel. My guardian. My damnation. His name was a hole in my chest

Patch.

I stopped. The air turned electric. Every cell in my body screamed run , but my feet betrayed me, stepping closer.

Then I saw him. Leaning against a graveyard oak, black jeans soaked through, a crooked smile that didn't reach his haunted eyes. The rain parted around him, as if even the sky knew to kneel.

The rain fell in soft, relentless whispers over Coldwater, each drop a needle stitching me back into a life I couldn't remember. They said I fell. They said I was lost for eleven weeks. But when I opened my eyes in that hospital bed, the only thing missing was him.

The world tilted. The rain stopped mid-air. And for the first time since I woke up empty, I remembered what falling felt like.