The Gravewood

It’s been nearly four years since Lysander last laid eyes on his father.

Even after all this time, it still feels like looking into a mirror. Lit by the chandelier, the too-familiar lines of Paris Keeling’s face are thrown into stark relief. The crowd parts around him like water as he descends the steps, crossing the ballroom to meet Lysander where he stands.

He’s flanked by two figures. Shea, and a girl Lysander doesn’t recognize. Blonde hair. Hazel eyes. A face gridded in hunger. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out who she is—Camellia Thorley, transformed. Another pawn in his father’s endless schemes.

With a bitter pang, the last of his suspicions click into place: Asher Thorley has led him to a slaughter.