A woman lives alone in a haunted house with a tragic past—but it’s the man who watches her from outside every night that terrifies and thrills her most. As lightning flashes and shadows deepen, fear and forbidden desire blur. Is he just a stalker… or something far more dangerous? Something tells her the worst is yet to come.
This is what I fucking get for not being like Sydney and gladly watching others fail. “Okay, fuck. You can come, just let me go,” I hiss, finally freeing my arm from her desperate clutches. Making a split-second decision, I run back the way we came about twenty feet, swivel my branch to my front…
My mouth drops, a shocked laugh tinkling out as Ben’s shouts of fury fill the air, wiggling like a worm on a hook as he swings from above. Even from hundreds of feet away, you can hear the gasps of shock and outrage from the house. Phoebe must’ve waited until Ben approached her and then…
She glances around. “I think so. If not, they’ll come get us.” I nod, and we begin to walk. “Have you been through the Culling before?” I ask. She seems to have so much knowledge for it being her first time. “No, you only go through it once,” she answers. “Except if you’re Sydney,” I…
Pleaaase, stop! Please, I’m begging you! Please… please… please… Has she grown tired of the word? Does it sound funny to her now? When a word is said so many times, it doesn’t even sound like a word anymore. It sounds like gibberish-a sound comprised of pitch and tones that hold no real meaning. A…
Instinctively, I grab my cheek, shock rendering me utterly paralyzed. I look at her just as she shoves a shoe in my face. Or what used to be one. It’s the same ones she was wearing earlier-the same ones she made me kiss and lick-black stilettos with gold heels. Except now, the gold spike is…
Jay meets my heavy stare, a mutual agreement passing between us silently. If Addie is traded or auctioned off, they might be able to track it, which means that I need to have a chat with the Basilisk Brotherhood. “Give me a second, and I’ll get in contact with them,” I say, straightening and motioning…
He must agree because she hangs up the phone without another word. Still shooting me the evil eye, she sets the phone down a tad aggressively, and an uncomfortable silence descends. Nothing about Mama T is typical, nor is she shy as she meets my stare head-on. Despite being in her fifties, she’s got character-tattoos…
Ryker glances at Teresa, who’s staring up at us with complete boredom on her face. Sensing Ryker’s need for secrecy, she waves her hand. “Leave. It’s my nap time.” He glances at me before walking to an end table next to Teresa’s chair and snatching a crumpled receipt and pen. She grumbles when he starts…
Abuse. Rape. Things that no human being should ever have to suffer through-especially in the name of jealousy or pettiness. “You sabotaged me, Sydney,” I call out, causing her to stop in her tracks. “I won’t forget that.” Keeping her back turned, she swivels her head to the side, and her hand drifts up and…
“I think we’ve seen enough. I don’t want to keep looking at this shit anymore,” Jay says, voice tight and uneven. Clenching my fists, I nod, “Look up who this guy is real quick.” He does as I ask, and I turn away, fiending for another cigarette already. “Dr. Jim Garrison,” he announces fifteen minutes…