Lisey Sweet Pure Taboo -

Curiosity was a sin she hadn’t yet learned to confess.

“What promise?”

The door swung inward, and the basement wasn’t a basement at all. It was a garden. Moonlit, impossibly deep, full of flowers that bloomed silver and black. And standing among them was a man—or something like a man—with eyes like amber and a smile that knew every lonely hour she had ever spent. lisey sweet pure taboo

Lisey flinched back. “Who’s there?” Curiosity was a sin she hadn’t yet learned to confess

“Someone who remembers when you used to leave milk and cookies by the furnace for the ‘house mouse.’ You were six. You wore a nightgown with ducks on it.” lisey sweet pure taboo

She turned the key.