The scent of gasoline was sharp and bitter, overpowering the delicate lavender perfume that normally clung to my bedchamber.

I stood in the shadows near the balcony, dressed in dark tactical gear I had hidden beneath the floorboards months ago when my suspicions about Julian first began to take ro

The Bloodiron estate was a fortress of glass, steel, and dark stone, nestled deep within a jagged mountain ravine. It was a stark contrast to the opulent, gilded halls of my Obsidian home. There was no unnecessary art here, no decorative vases or velvet drapes. Everything in Kaelen Cross’s world ser

Dawn at the Bloodiron estate did not break with gentle sunlight. It bled over the jagged peaks in bruised shades of violet and gray, casting long, skeletal shadows across the courtyard. I hadn’t slept. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Julian’s face hovering over my paralyzed body, his false tears