The house settles into its familiar nighttime rhythm around Ella, but sleep remains as elusive as the answers she desperately craves. She lies in her bed, staring at the ceiling where shadows dance in patterns that remind her too much of the mysterious strangers who've upended her already chaotic world. Her mind races, trying to piece together the impossible encounters that left her breathless and confused in the library.
Two men. Identical faces but different eyes—one blue as winter storms, the other crimson as fresh blood. Both impossibly beautiful, both knowing things about her that she doesn't understand about herself. Both affecting her in ways that defy logic and terrify her with their intensity.
The blue-eyed one had spoken of similarities between them, had whispered about embraci
