Everyone says the old boarding house is haunted. I didn’t believe them — until he started watching me sleep. He is dangerous. Dead. And obsessed with me. He whispers my name in the dark, warns me away from other men, and kills anyone who hurts me — without touching them. I should be terrified. So why does my heart race when he’s near? And why does he claim that I was his even before he died? Loving him could destroy my soul. But rejecting him might cost me my life.