Book Two in the Rave to Ruin Duet They call it relapse. The part after the high, when the colors fade and the music dies—when your body still aches for something it can’t have. Blair knows what it feels like. She should’ve walked away. Should’ve left the overdose buried with the lies, the blood, the men who ruined her. But the past doesn’t let go. It claws back in. With dark eyes and sharper hands. With two obsessions that were never finished with her. This isn’t the comedown. It’s the relapse. And this time, survival won’t be enough.