Kelly Andrew

Wyatt Westlock has one plan for the farmhouse she's just inherited -- to burn it to the ground. But during her final walkthrough of her childhood home, she makes a shocking discovery in the basement -- Peter, the boy she once considered her best friend, strung up in chains and left for dead.

Unbeknownst to Wyatt, Peter has suffered hundreds of ritualistic deaths on her family's property. Semi-immortal, Peter never remains dead for long, but he can't really live, either. Not while he's bound to the farm, locked in a cycle of grisly deaths and painful rebirths. There's only one way for him to break free. He needs to end the Westlock line.

He needs to kill Wyatt.

With Wyatt's parents gone, the spells protecting the property have begun to unravel, and dark, ancient forces gather in the nearby forest. The only way for Wyatt to repair the wards is to work with Peter -- the one person who knows how to harness her volatile magic. But how can she trust a boy who's sworn an oath to destroy her? When the past turns up to haunt them in the most unexpected way, they are forced to rely on one another to survive, or else tear each other apart.

Your Blood, My Bones

Elena M.

Wyatt’s mother once told her that growing up was like shedding snakeskin. Each time you did, you came out just a little bit changed—patterned and pigmented in new and different ways. She’d carried that thought with her through the years, imagining herself shedding bits and pieces each time she blew out another set of birthday candles.

Dying is the simplest thing in the world. You don’t have to do anything but sit there and take it. There are no instructions, no road maps. There’s just the bloody end. It’s as straightforward as it gets, but there’s nothing easy about it.

Dully, she wondered if this was what heartbreak felt like—looking into the eyes of someone she’d spent her whole life memorizing and finding nothing recognizable left over in their depths.

You can’t run from the things you fear. Instead, invite them to your table. Sit with them awhile. Look them in the eye. You will find they are not as big as they seem, and you are not as small as you think.

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