He was the other half of my soul—the mirror to my every dark desire. My destruction, my redemption, my salvation: my Heathcliff.

Cathy Earnshaws got the devil inside her—or at least thats what the small, cultish community shes spent her whole life trapped inside would say. She can sense death coming, and every loss sends her spiraling into a violent, uncontrollable episode of grief, wailing like a banshee across the swampy forests of the Lowcountry. With a secret as dark as hers, theres no hope of relief, or escape, or finding someone with a chance of understanding.

Until she meets him.

Heathcliffs got...

He was the other half of my soul—the mirror to my every dark desire. My destruction, my redemption, my salvation: my Heathcliff.

Cathy Earnshaws got the devil inside her—or at least thats what the small, cultish community shes spent her whole life trapped inside would say. She can sense death coming, and every loss sends her spiraling into a violent, uncontrollable episode of grief, wailing like a banshee across the swampy forests of the Lowcountry. With a secret as dark as hers, theres no hope of relief, or escape, or finding someone with a chance of understanding.

Until she meets him.

Heathcliffs got his own trauma, and a secret just as dangerous as Cathys. Stolen as a child, raised by necromancers, hes the most forbidden sin she could ever imagine…and the most desperately tempting. Violent in his passions, tender in his affection, he feels like the other half of her soul, but even as they claw desperately to be together, the world seems just as determined to keep them apart.

Because it turns out their little Southern community was built long ago on a graveyard of lies…and every cult needs its sacrificial lamb.