"The first girl died in L.A. The second washed up at my feet."

I came to Seabridge Bay to escape the blood on my hands.

As a former LAPD detective, I was done chasing shadows—until the murders followed me with the same ritual, same signs and same nightmare.

That's when I met Damien Cross—a quiet contractor with haunted eyes and dangerous hands. He calms the storm in my head, touches me like he’s the only one who could ever do that…

But, what if he’s not saving me? What if he’s the one I need saving from?

Because someone is killing women. 

And the deeper I fall, the more I wonder— Is the real monster him...or me?

The Sweetest Lie In The Dark 

She nodded slowly, though confusion clouded her face.
I got up and checked it—nothing underneath. No odd protrusion, no strange holes or lenses. Just a dusty bulb and a cord that haven’t been plugged in all the way.
Damien moved to the bookshelf, pretending to browse, while subtly checking corners...

She nodded slowly, though confusion clouded her face.

I got up and checked it—nothing underneath. No odd protrusion, no strange holes or lenses. Just a dusty bulb and a cord that haven’t been plugged in all the way.

Damien moved to the bookshelf, pretending to browse, while subtly checking corners...

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