Blood Hymn

I came back to Harlowe Parish with my sister's ashes and a stolen gun.

They called it suicide. I call it murder.

The autopsy I paid for doesn't lie: ligature marks, defensive wounds, and sedatives. Delilah was cleansed. Sanctified. Erased like dozens of girls before her.

I have six names. I'm crossing them all off.

Then I find Silas Cain standing over a body in the dark.

He was their monster once. Raised to kill for the family. Until he turned on them and painted the parish red. Now he's back, hunting in the shadows.

We strike a deal: his violence, my vengeance.

But somewhere between the killing and the blood, we become something else. Something dangerous. Something that won't let go.

Come Halloween, they'll hunt me through the flooded graves.

Let them try.

Southern gothic revenge. Brutal love. High heat, higher body count.