by Beatrice Lebrun. Paperback. 424 pages. 
 
What if Wonderland was a parasite that fed on your desires?
Every night, I wake up from the same dream: a vibrating nightclub with melting walls, no way out, and the taste of someone I’ve never met still burning on my tongue.
Every day, the shadow only I can see claws at my skull, screaming that I’m slipping again. He says it’s all fake, that I should forget it, forget Them, and focus only on Him.
But for the first time, He’s wrong.
I just have to find it again.
Find Them again.
We are meant to be together.
Even if They don’t know it yet.