๐ŸŒ™ Southern charm. Gothic dread. Otherworldly danger.

โญโญโญโญโญ โ€œIn Hemridge, every porch light flickers a warningโ€”and every shadow has teeth.โ€

โญโญโญโญโญ โ€œSome boxes hold keepsakes. This one holds curses, blood, and the names of stolen children.โ€

โญโญโญโญโญ โ€œShe was raised to smile and stay quiet. Instead, Willow opens the Box.โ€

Some boxes should never be opened.

Some secrets refuse to stay buried.

Willow Braselton grew up in Atlanta high society, trained to smile, stay quiet, and play her part. But sheโ€™s never been good at pretendingโ€”not when she spoke the truth about what happened her senior year, or when she whispered about shadows at the edges of the world. Her family dismissed her. Her friends turned away. But Willow refused to be silenced.

When a folklorist suggests the blood of old mountain families runs in her veins, Willow bolts for Hemridge, North Carolinaโ€”a town thick with secrets. There she meets Cole, a quiet local with grief in his bones, and together they uncover a coffin-shaped relic whispered about for generations.

The Queenโ€™s Box.

Opening it rips wide the seam to a cursed fae realm born of Hemridgeโ€™s own pastโ€”unleashing a reckoning that will consume the town, unless Willow unravels its secrets before they unravel her.