Serpent's Crest

I watched a man die.
Ten minutes later, the killer who disapeared in thin air was sitting in my living room eating my pizza.
I should have called the police.
Instead, I asked if he was a wizard.
That was the beginning of every bad decision I've made since.
Now I'm being hunted by creatures that aren't human, stalked by a man with impossible golden eyes, and uncovering secrets my grandfather took to his grave.
Turns out inheriting a mansion was the least dangerous thing he left me.