Anónimo

Late at night, when I think I’m alone… I feel his breath on my skin. And I know—he’s watching me. Ever since I moved into my aunt’s crumbling mansion to care for her, strange things have been happening. Whispers in the walls. Shadows that move when they shouldn’t. Cold breath on the back of my neck. Then I discover she has a boarder. Dalton. The mysterious artist who lives upstairs. Dark. Brooding. Dangerous. The kind of man your mama would tell you to run from. But I don’t run. I want him. Even when I know I shouldn’t. The more I fall for him, the more the darkness follows....