My secrets are infested with infatuation. His cravings are dripping in blood. Is it love? Or is it something much darker . . . An obsession. Death found me as a young girl. Latching onto the core of my soul. No one knows what that horrid night did to me. What kind of monster it flourished inside me. I'd become a ghost, hiding from the world so that people would never find out about the morbid desire I harbor. Until he noticed me. Thatcher Alexander...