It was supposed to be an easy article about Cain Archer.
Never did I think it would lead me straight into the arms of a serial killer.

When the magazine I worked for sent me to write a piece on The Elysian, and the recluse architect who created it, I didn’t know what to expect.
It certainly wasn’t him.
He was supposed to be cold and cruel, but to me, he was intoxicating. Magnetic. And impossible to quit.

The deeper I fell, the harder it became to ignore that inner voice, screaming that darkness followed Cain.

I wanted to be wrong.
Maybe it was all in my head.
But I needed to find the answers.

Nothing prepared me for what I discovered…

What if the person you took into your bed isn’t at all what he seemed? What if he’s the monster you’ve been searching for?