"When you come to me, and you will, it'll be because you want to."
Some monsters don't break you. They unravel you.
Sarah Anderson has survived the dead, the desperate, and her own demons. But Raven isn't interested in her fear.
He wants her surrender.
He's a man who feeds prisoners to the infected for entertainment. Who throws people off rooftops for asking the wrong question. Yet he doesn't keep Sarah in a cell. He gives her silk dresses, hot baths, and candlelit dinners. He waltzes with her in the moonlight and whispers promises that sound almost like love.
Patient. Charming. Absolutely terrifying.
With each day in his gilded cage, Sarah feels her hatred becoming something far more dangerous. Each moment his hand lingers at her back. Each time his cologne fills her lungs. Each conversation that leaves her questioning everything she thought she knew.
He commands an army of the dead, but his real weapon is the war he's waging inside her mind.
Patrick will come for her. She knows that.
She's just not sure who she'll be when he arrives.