She died on a rainy London street. She crossed the Veil. And something followed her back. Syn wasn’t supposed to survive the accident, let alone walk between worlds and return. But she did. Now she’s home… but she’s not alone. Black roses appear where they shouldn’t. Shadows move when no one’s watching. And at night, something ancient slips into her bed, whispering in a language she doesn’t understand… touching her like she already belongs to it. Whatever lives beyond the Veil has taken an interest in her. A dangerous, possessive one. Pulled into a hidden world of witches, magic, and ancient power, Syn quickly learns one terrifying She didn’t just survive. She was chosen. And the thing that chose her isn’t something she can escape.