It was supposed to be an easy article about Cain Archer. Never did I think it would lead me straight into the arms of a serial killer. When the magazine I worked for sent me to write a piece on The Elysian, and the recluse architect who created it, I didn’t know what to expect. It certainly wasn’t him. He was supposed to be cold and cruel, but to me, he was intoxicating. Magnetic. And impossible to quit. The deeper I fell, the harder it became to ignore that inner voice, screaming that darkness followed Cain. I wanted to be wrong. Maybe it was all in my head. But I needed to find the answers. Nothing prepared me for what I discovered… What if the person you took into your bed isn’t at all what he seemed? What if he’s the monster you’ve been searching for?