Eighteen years ago, the Lull Lane Dollmaker made ten families porcelain dolls as gifts to welcome their children into the world. But what these families didn’t know was that the souls of the lullabies were poured into each one as they were created. Now, the Dollmaker is coming to collect.
One. By. One.
Briar Hartley is the queen of Wisteria High—rich, ruthless, and devastatingly pretty. She breaks hearts for sport, ruins reputations with a whisper, and collects ex-boyfriends like trophies. Apologies aren’t in her vocabulary; the world exists to serve her, and everyone else is just background noise.
She’s never given a second...
Eighteen years ago, the Lull Lane Dollmaker made ten families porcelain dolls as gifts to welcome their children into the world. But what these families didn’t know was that the souls of the lullabies were poured into each one as they were created. Now, the Dollmaker is coming to collect.
One. By. One.
Briar Hartley is the queen of Wisteria High—rich, ruthless, and devastatingly pretty. She breaks hearts for sport, ruins reputations with a whisper, and collects ex-boyfriends like trophies. Apologies aren’t in her vocabulary; the world exists to serve her, and everyone else is just background noise.
She’s never given a second thought to the strange doll that’s been perched on her bedroom shelf since she was a baby. Not until it starts to whisper. As the rhymes grow darker, Briar’s perfect body begins to betray her. Fine white fur creeps across her skin no matter how often she shaves it. Her teeth sharpen into eager little knives. Hunger coils inside her, curling tighter each day, begging for something warm and red.
No amount of designer clothes or sugar-sweet smiles can hide what she’s becoming. Because Briar Hartley was always a predator at heart. Now she’s just grown the claws to match—and she can’t wait to carve people open, just to see how beautifully they’ll bleed.
Fairytales never promised happy endings. Some dolls are made for play. Others are made for blood…
