Roses are red. Vines are green. He's the darkest Valentine I've ever seen.
I wake in a vineyard with no memory of how I got here.
Black heart balloons drift between twisted grapevines, and somewhere in the darkness, he's watching. Waiting. When his voice cuts through the cold February night, commanding me to run, I obey without question.
But every predator should remember: sometimes the prey has claws of her own.
Each book in the Dark Nights Collection can be enjoyed as a standalone.
Contains mature content. A complete list of content warnings can be found on the author's website.