A life without financial worries A deed to a castle A nest of hot gargoyles? Charlotte I don’t know what was more finding out I had an aunt or that my aunt is dead. No, scratch that, the most surprising revelation is that monsters are real. Supernaturals and monsters have always lived in the dark. My inheritance is a fortune and a castle. But somehow no one mentioned the castle is occupied by Darius, Julius, Marcus, and an as—We’ll call him Atlas. These gargoyles think I’m moving in on their home… when all I want to do is “find myself,” collect my inheritance, and move on. What’s next? Who knows? Only a few things are One, I don’t belong in Ireland. Two, Atlas hates me more than he hates…everybody. Three, I hold the key to this castle, whether they like it or not. Will I find myself and move on as intended, or is Ireland, with the gargoyles, destined to be my new home?