He was supposed to stay in the monastery.
Brother Emric Voss has spent six years in careful silence, documenting dreams he doesn't fully understand and waiting for a purpose that hasn't arrived. When a woman appears outside his window in the dead of night and tells him they need to go - now - he doesn't hesitate. He's been waiting for exactly this, even if she's nothing like what he expected.
Vesper Crane is not a Church courier. She's an intelligence asset with a four-year assignment, a new name waiting in her coat pocket, and an exit route that starts the moment her job is done. Getting Emric Voss and his dream journals to the Archbishop is the last thing she'll ever do for anyone. She has been very clear about this.
The truth written in the Voss bloodline is almost complete. The Bishop's forty-year architecture is coming apart piece by piece. All that remains is to get Emric into the right room - alive - while Drenthe's private network does everything it can to prevent exactly that.
Vesper has survived worse. She's never survived someone who looked at her like she was worth the trouble.
Some routes lead somewhere you didn't plan to go.
A gothic slow-burn dark romance with an unlikely protector, a heroine with an exit strategy, and a conspiracy one step closer to its end. Intended for readers 18+. Book Two of The Ashwood Chronicles - Book One recommended first.