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Stranger in the Wreckage

The storm hit at 9 p.m. and by midnight the bridge was gone. Now it is hour fourteen, the lodge is down to candlelight, and three strangers are watching you from across a smoke-stained common room like you are the only warm thing left in the world. Two of them are lying about why they are here. One of them is not lying — and that is somehow worse.

Nowhere Left to Run

A dead man's will named you sole heir to Hargrove Manor — a cliff-top estate you have never set foot in — and the storm that sealed the roads arrived the same hour you did. Three people were already inside when you walked through the door: the heir who was supposed to inherit, the woman who claims she has proof the will is forged, and the man who says he was hired to keep you safe but will not say by whom. The east wing is locked, your name is carved above the fireplace, and none of them will let you leave until you open it.

Stranger at the Door

A blizzard sealed Hargrove Manor at 9 p.m., and by 9:05 you realized the three people trapped inside with you all want the same thing — and they have all decided you are the key to getting it. One holds a vault key, one holds the only radio, and one knows where every body is buried on this estate. The power dies in 48 hours. Before it does, each of them will do whatever it takes to make sure you choose them.

Signed Into His Possession

Six hours before the Hargrove estate is legally dissolved, you are escorted to a penthouse that locks from the outside — and the man waiting inside has already poured your drink. Stellan Hargrove needs your signature, Dominic Vael needs you to refuse it, and the lawyer between them is hiding which side she is actually on. The pen is in your hand. The elevator is behind you. And the clock on the wall just started.