Book II of IV
The one who haunts
Death didn't stop him. Neither will you.
"I've been dead long enough to know — the worst haunting isn't what you see. It's what you remember."
Who they are
He exists in the spaces between heartbeats. Not alive, not gone — something else entirely. He remembers what it felt like to love, and that memory is the most dangerous thing in both worlds.
Cold breath on warm skin. Flickering lights. The ache of wanting what you cannot hold.
Be the first to know when the veil lifts.