Dr. Imeni Adesanya has only her mind, her method, and a body count that keeps proving her not fast enough. She doesn't believe in feelings. She believes in data - and the data says this outbreak is looking less like nature and more like a test.
Security chief Cassar Vey hasn't let himself feel anything in twelve years. He's an empath who keeps his gift drugged into silence, because the last time he used it, people died. Now the station is sealed, panic is a contagion of its own, and the one thing that could hold a frightened station together is the thing he swore he'd never open again.
Locked in quarantine while Halcyon Deep counts its dead - one billet, two people who armor themselves in opposite ways - Imeni and Cassar trace the outbreak toward something deliberate. Something patient. Something with a name no one is supposed to say.
She trusts data. He trusts the dose. To stop Hollowbloom, she'll have to accept an imperfect answer - and he'll have to feel. On purpose. In the open. Whatever it costs.
Grumpy meets sunshine in a sealed station. Only one billet. A woman who can't forgive a miss, and a man who finally has a reason to feel again.
Some silences are load-bearing.
Hollowbloom is Book Two of The Mercy Lines and a complete standalone romance with a guaranteed HEA - no cliffhanger for the couple, one shadow deepening beneath the series. New readers can start here; returning readers will find the word from Book One's final page waiting.
Seal the door. Start reading.