SOME STORIES DO NOT END WITH THE SUN.
SOME ONLY BEGIN WHEN IT’S GONE.

Mara Ellison makes her living uncovering the histories objects try to hide.

In Montreal, old things rarely stay silent for long. A reliquary with a broken provenance. A collector whose knowledge of the dead feels too intimate. A house in Old Montreal where the rooms grow colder after dusk, where portraits watch from the walls, and where certain doors remain locked until morning.

Ronan Keir is elegant, impossible, and wrong in ways Mara cannot explain. He speaks like a man who remembers centuries. His hand is always cold. He never stays for daylight. The family he keeps around him is beautiful, watchful, and strangely obedient.

But beneath Ronan’s house lies a secret older than Montreal, older than the name he now wears, and far more dangerous than Mara imagined.

Because Ronan was not only changed.

He was claimed.

And now the thing that made him has come looking for what it believes still belongs to him.