Sunday Louise Kincaid was raised on superstition and sweet tea, the kind of girl who keeps salt in her pocket and won't whistle after dark. A folklore student from the hills of Kentucky, she's come to the rain-soaked edges of Washington State to study the Quileute tribe's living legends-how oral stories survive in modern teenage mouths. She's not here for trouble. She's here for truth. But trouble finds her anyway-in the form of a six-foot-five golden-eyed man built like a war god and smiling like sin. Emmett Cullen is everything she doesn't trust: too charming, too curious, and too present. Sunday doesn't fall easy, and she doesn't fall for pretty. Especially not when the whole town seems to hold its breath when he walks by. Then come the questions no one wants to answer. The stares. The tension. The forest that feels too quiet. The stories that sound too much like warnings. And the Cullens? They're not just a strange family-they're hiding something ancient. Something cold. Now Sunday's not just collecting legends. She's living one. And she's not sure whether to run-or start writing her own.
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