I'm not afraid of evil in the world. I'm afraid of them. Creaking floorboards. Muffled screams. Once night falls I can't remember why I came back to Davenport manor. What I do remember is why I wanted out of here so badly in the first place. They aren't men. They're predators. They don't love. They hunt. Now that I'm back I'm no longer their stepsister. I'm their prey. Enjoy the entire Family Confessions Collection Hunted by my Stepbrother Captured by my Stepbrother Saved by my Stepbrother