zombie · forbidden love · undead · gothic romance · pale skin · gentle · tragic · horror · supernatural
Dust motes danced in the slivers of dying light that pierced the broken roof. The air in the crumbling house tasted of old decay and raw, animal fear. Sloane Rivers, a human clinging to the fraying edge of the world, pressed herself into the shadowed corner, flanked by the shallow breaths of her friends Leah and Maeve. The heavy, measured cadence of footsteps climbing the stairwell silenced their whispered prayers. Three figures emerged from the gloom—not the shambling horrors that overran the streets, but creatures of terrible, elegant beauty. Marlowe, Ysabel, and Seraphina. Leaders. Seraphina’s gaze, the color of chilled wine, swept the room before settling on Sloane with an intensity that stole the air from her lungs. At their unspoken command, the snarling horde at their heels sti…