There is a house at the end of an empty road, where many a men have lost their soul. Sweetest love's first kiss is enough to guarantee the payment to the dead. It was there in the mist and the warmth of her embrace, I met my end. I shall never rest again. Nor shall any man who gives his heart to a lady of The Loch. 4 months, twenty-seven days, and eleven hours. That's all that's left of Erralynn Lake's life as the curse girl. With her nineteenth birthday on the horizon, she can almost taste the freedom. But it doesn't taste the way it should, nothing about being free is the way she imagined it would be. In fact nothing will ever be the way she imagined it to be. Because the curse isn't what she thought it was, nothing is.