The house had gone still. Maddie stood barefoot at the threshold of Cole’s wing, her white robe barely…

Maddie barely slept. After Lucien left her curled in the furs of the greenhouse, after his final kiss…

Maddie couldn’t stop thinking about it. The greenhouse. The warm, wet air. The press of moss and candlelight….

It started with a key. A simple brass key, left on Maddie’s pillow after her shower. No note….

The ocean still echoed in Maddie’s ears when she woke, the scent of salt and sunscreen lingering on…