Lyric

Knox Truett is sin wrapped in a tailored suit—all devastating looks and deadly charm. The kind of man who could ruin you with a smile, and probably has. He stalks the crime scenes like he owns them, him and his dangerous friends appearing like shadows to silence my investigation. But what terrifies me most isn’t his threats—it’s how my body betrays me every time corners me, his breath hot against my neck as he warns me to stop digging.

I never expected Dark Harbor’s golden boy to be my greatest temptation—or my most dangerous enemy. He crowds my space with that brutal intensity, those ice-blue eyes promising violence and pleasure in equal measure. I should be running from the way he watches me, like a predator stalking prey. Instead, I find myself craving the dark thrill of his touch, even as evidence points to him being the killer.

Three bodies in five weeks have stained Dark Harbor’s perfect facade with blood. Everyone has secrets here, but these are written in red. As editor of the school paper, I’m used to exposing the elite’s dirty little lies. But this story is different. This one could get me killed, because with every clue I uncover, I fall deeper under the spell of a man who might be a murderer—and God help me, I’m starting to think I don’t care.

Knox

Lyric Hart is a goddamn liability in combat boots and leather, digging up graves I’m trying to keep buried. She sneaks around the crime scenes like she’s fucking Nancy Drew, poking that pretty little nose where it doesn’t belong. That sharp tongue and quick wit hiding a mind that’s too clever for her own good. Those deep green eyes miss nothing, and those full lips are always curved in a knowing smirk that makes me want to teach her what happens to little girls who play with monsters.

She should have been easy to break—just another scholarship brat from the wrong side of the tracks thinking she can take on Dark Harbor’s elite. But there’s something intoxicating about the way she challenges me, how she refuses to submit even when I’ve got her backed against a wall, her pulse racing under my fingers.

I tell myself I’m watching her to keep her in check, that cornering her in the darkness is about control. But the truth is far more dangerous: I’m obsessed. She’s awakening something dark and possessive inside me, a beast that wants to mark her, claim her, ruin her. I should silence her investigation permanently. Instead, I find myself breaking every rule to keep her safe—even if it means destroying myself in the process. Because the real monster isn’t me—it’s the truth we’re about to uncover.