It’s Supposed to be simple.

1. Report to the government institute on your 18th birthday.

2. Get scanned and matched to your past lives.

3. Receive a career path and inheritance (if you’re lucky, a soulmate too).

4. Go about your merry way, knowing who you were and who you are.
   
   Sivon should’ve known her visit wouldn’t be that simple. The signs were there - her uncanny knack for winning strategic games as well as her mom’s ability to read everyone’s auras, everyone’s except Sivon's. With her indecipherable colors, she was just hoping she wasn’t a bad soul. You know, the tragic ones with criminal histories who leave the institute in handcuffs.
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   Sivon couldn’t have guessed she'd leave the institute surrounded by armed security, saddled with an infuriating bodyguard who’s as stand-offish as he is off-limits. Hounded by the masses, driven into hiding, and hanging on to the guy she can never have, Sivon realizes the painful truth - this life isn’t a game, but to survive, she needs to play like it is.