Chase Sterling always felt like furniture. The kind you don't notice, the kind that's easy to shove in a corner and forget. He was used to it: people looked right through him, brushed him off like lint. But it only takes one phone call to erase a lifetime of being overlooked. When his estranged family meets a tragic end, Chase suddenly finds himself in charge of the sprawling Sterling fortune. Turns out, riches aren't the only thing the family left him. There's a curse running through his blood, warping love into something hungry and dangerous, impossible to escape.

Vivian Ashford never set out to blow Chase's life to smithereens. Just one decision (a sharp, ruthless move at graduation) was all it took to set their worlds spinning out of control. While Vivian soaks up the Hollywood limelight and collects red-carpet headlines, Chase slips into his new role as Manhattan's most intimidating heir. But no matter how far they run, something keeps yanking them back together, like a stitch in an old wound that refuses to heal.

I'm in my penthouse when the cold hits.


Not normal cold. Supernatural cold. The kind that comes from the curse.


It slams into me without warning. Ice in my veins. Frost spreading across my vision.


I don't know how I know. Don't question it. Just grab my keys and run.


My phone buzzes as I reach the elevator. Text from Helena: She's on Mulholland. Hurry.


The curse. It connects us. Vivian and me. Through the marks. Through the blood. Through everything we've done to each other.


And right now, it's screaming that she's about to die.


I drive faster than I should. Break every speed limit. Run red lights.


Mulholland Drive. The canyon road. Winding. Dangerous.


I see the paparazzi cars first. Pulled over. Cameras out. Photographing something below.


Fresh damage. Metal bent. Tire marks leading to the edge.


Chapter 31 - The Warning