Eroded
Ember

There were three things that carried great fear in Ariella's heart. The first, a long-lasting worry that she'd never escape the cold burn of her mother's hatred, a warmth that once existed in those early years before her father died, before her mother lost her hearing and the light in her eyes.

The second: that her little brother Anders, the only sunshine in her dark and lonely world, was losing his light, his nights taken over by screaming nightmares he swore were real, leaving him suspicious of empty hallways in broad daylight. And the third, the disappearances of Crescent City. The locals named him the Silent Killer.

Ariella was not aware of the attention her anxiety would cause, whose curiosity her fear would draw, how terror could begin a deadly dance of love she'd never intended to step into. Ariella Rowe had been abducted. And the Silent Killer was far from human.