Chase Sterling always felt like furniture. The kind you don't notice, the kind that's easy to shove in a corner and forget. He was used to it: people looked right through him, brushed him off like lint. But it only takes one phone call to erase a lifetime of being overlooked. When his estranged family meets a tragic end, Chase suddenly finds himself in charge of the sprawling Sterling fortune. Turns out, riches aren't the only thing the family left him. There's a curse running through his blood, warping love into something hungry and dangerous, impossible to escape.

Vivian Ashford never set out to blow Chase's life to smithereens. Just one decision (a sharp, ruthless move at graduation) was all it took to set their worlds spinning out of control. While Vivian soaks up the Hollywood limelight and collects red-carpet headlines, Chase slips into his new role as Manhattan's most intimidating heir. But no matter how far they run, something keeps yanking them back together, like a stitch in an old wound that refuses to heal.

The final vision arrives on a Sunday, which is appropriate because Sunday in the mansion's schedule is the day of apart, and I am in my apartment in the city on a Sunday in late spring and the sketchbook is open on my lap and I am not drawing anything yet, just holding the open page and the pencil the way you hold things when you are waiting for whatever is going to arrive.


I have been having visions since I was seven years old. I have been drawing them since I was twelve. I have filled thirty-seven sketchbooks with the specific visual vocabulary of everything I've seen that was too significant to let pass through me without form, and the thirty-seventh sketchbook has been active for six months and is almost full, and the vision that arrives on this Sunday afternoon is the last one in it.


Chapter 241 - "Sienna's Prophecy" / "The Final Scene"