Jess

Forbidden Side of the Hall

The blizzard hit at 9 p.m. and by midnight the roads were gone. Your stepbrother Declan — the one who never looks at you too long, who always leaves the room first — is now the only other person in this house, and last night you found his sketchbook hidden under the couch cushion: 47 pages, every single one your face. His best friend Reed showed up just before the storm sealed the roads, and now there are two men in this house who want something from you that neither will say out loud. The sketchbook is still in your hands. The house has nowhere left to hide.