Knightchurch. The place they talk about in ghost stories. The place that the old wives tell you is laden with demons and the macabre. The place I've just landed my shiny, new job. I've never entertained the fairytales, but now that I'm here I'm starting to question my own sanity. Seeing things I shouldn't see and hearing things I shouldn't hear. Alone in a place where the depraved are disguised as Angels and something watches my every move.Everything about the gothic Manor House screams at me to leave. Until him. Ezra Silvaro is a mystery I can't quite unravel. The raven hair, the ink and the eyes that glisten like blades of ice. In the daylight he stirs feelings in me that I've never felt before, but in the dark he stalks my nightmares like a predator waiting for the moment to pounce. Flames of desire are growing between us, but so are the secrets and lies.Soon those flames will turn into a raging fire, all consuming and threatening to destroy us both. But I'm far from weak. I'm far from the prey. My name is Bennett Keane, and I don't believe in the monster hiding underneath my bed...