They come at night when Ember Janerro is sleeping, when she lies unconscious and vulnerable and alone. The slavers have always erased her memory as fast as they open the locked front door. Her mind is designed to offer no resistance, to keep her blankly imprisoned behind amnesic barrier. The perfectly controlled super-spy.
Until this morning.
When Ember wakes at dawn, standing in a grove behind a gas station in someone else's clothes, one thought pounds through her head: My name is not always Ember.
When a mysterious philanthropist offers to help her find freedom, Ember uncovers psychic abilities that the manipulators have invested millions to hide and control.
And she's running out of time.