She should be dead.
But when she opens her eyes in the cold silence of the morgue, something ancient stirs. Fleeing into the woods with death at her heels, she is taken in by a stranger—a man of rare gentleness, of noble bearing, who offers her sanctuary in a sprawling château lost to time.

He asks for nothing. She wants for nothing.
Except the truth.

Lucian is kind. Distant. Never fully there. His shadow lingers in the halls more often than his presence.
Why does he hide from her?
Why does the staff look at her with pity?
And what will he do if he finds out what she truly is?

In a world that once cast her aside, she finds a strange kind of peace. But the clock is ticking, and some kindnesses come with a blade.
Her death may only be delayed...
Unless the bond forming between them is strong enough to defy fate.

A harrowing gothic romance, woven with mystery, slow-burning desire, and the terrible ache of the unknown.