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 stopped keeping a sleep journal three weeks ago because the journal stopped being useful. A sleep journal implies there is sleep to record. What I have instead is a series of hours between dark and light during which I lie in my bed and the visions come whether I want them or not, cycling through my head like a film reel that no one is operating, images arriving and departing without order or mercy, and I surface from them gasping and disoriented and never fully certain, in the first few seconds of consciousness, whether what I'm experiencing is the vision ending or the real world beginning.


The distinction has been getting harder to maintain.


Chapter 181 - "Sienna's Visions Worsen"