Elenore

For three years, bodies have been turning up in the village near Mort-well Manor.
One by one. Each more unrecognizable than the last. The villagers whisper. The authorities search. And the killer leaves nothing behind but silence.
Then an unidentified body is found deep in the forest - and everything changes.
Eight years ago, Elenore Pembroke was exiled to Mort-well Manor by her own father. Forgotten. Abandoned. Left to rot in a crumbling estate at the edge of the world while her brother inherited the title, the mansion, and the life that should have been hers too.
Now her brother has come to bring her home. Not out of love - out of control dressed up as protection.
Her fiancé has come often. Claiming what he believes is his.
And Elenore - eight years older, eight years sharper - is finally returning to the place where it all began.
She has spent eight years in exile learning one thing above all else.
Patience.
The village is counting bodies. The men around her are counting their advantages. And Elenore Pembroke is counting something else entirely.
Does she want peace?

Or has she already chosen revenge?
Some women are abandoned and broken by it.

Others spend eight years building a board.
Mort-well Manor knows which one she is.

It always did.