sierra willows

Silver Eyes, Frozen Heart

The bridge collapsed at dusk, and the fog swallowed the road whole — trapping you inside Ashford Manor with three men who should never have been in the same room. One owns the walls around you. One holds the only working phone. One has the car key in his jacket pocket and a smile that has already cost you everything once before. Seventy-two hours. Three men. One of them knows exactly why you are really here — and he has not decided yet whether to expose you or protect you.