jadepecci
Some thoughts are never lost...they wait for someone to find them.
Elara thought the voices in the fog were only dreams. But every night, the same cobblestone streets and eyeless faces pulled her deeper, their deaths carving themselves into her veins until she could no longer tell where the living ended and the dead began.
Each murder she solved should have freed her. Instead, she woke in the same bed, in the same silence, with new scars and louder whispers.
Then Kieran appeared-warm, human, real. Or so she believed. His touch gave her hope...until the fog began to coil around him too.
Now, the voices chant one name for them both.
Shadowchosen.
And Elara must decide if the curse is hers alone-or if she's dragged him into the dark with her.
"In the fog of the dead, some thoughts refuse to fade-until they claim the living too."