Everyone thinks the Zodiacs are the centre of the story. Beautiful, broken, chosen. Flames in human skin. Water in rage form. Love stories with extra sparkles and trauma. But there’s another part. Someone has to keep them alive. Someone has to make sure they don’t burn the wrong things down — or drown themselves in their own chaos. That someone is me. My name is Tessa. I’m a descendant of the now-nonexistent mortal line of the Zodiacs — from their father’s side. My cousins always say I look...