Echoes Of Ruin

She visits his grave every day.

Sienna Quinn is drowning. Since the accident that killed her fiancé, she has become a ghost haunting her own life—driving to the cemetery at the same hour, kneeling in the same mud, whispering to a headstone that will never answer. Her friends have stopped calling. Her sister's patience is running thin. The world has moved on, and Sienna is still standing at the edge of a hole in the ground, waiting for it to swallow her whole.

He watches from the shadows.

Thane Moreau is the cemetery groundskeeper—solitary, patient, and deeply disturbed by the living world. He prefers the dead. They don't leave. They don't disappoint. They stay exactly where he puts them. But when he sees Sienna collapse at a freshly dug grave, something shifts behind his ribs. Not pity. Something darker. Something possessive.

He decides the dead man has had her long enough.

A flat tire in a darkening parking lot. A flooded basement that destroys her last memories. A phone that dies and never gets charged. One by one, the pillars of Sienna's life collapse—and every time, Thane is there. Calm. Competent. Ready. The reluctant savior who always arrives at the exact right moment, because he is the one who engineered the disaster.

He moves her into his stone cottage on the cemetery grounds. He feeds her, bathes her, holds her down when the nightmares come. He replaces her grief with his hands and his heat and the suffocating, addictive weight of a man who has decided to own her—body, mind, and every broken piece of her shattered heart.

By the time she discovers the truth, she is already his.

And the most terrifying part is not what he's done.

It's that she doesn't want to leave.