Corbin Malone said goodbye to everything good when his brother Cash died, including the love of his life, Ashley Pearce…until his captain assigns him to babysit a group of ghost hunters at Ruby Hill Lunatic Asylum. They’re set on disproving a supernatural cause for a cluster of strange deaths, and Ashley is leading the investigation. He doesn’t need the hassle, but he won’t let anyone else protect her, regardless of the threat.
Ashley didn’t know her ex-boyfriend, the man who blames her for his brother’s death, would head the police detail guarding the abandoned asylum. But her long family history with Ruby Hill calls to her, and even he won’t convince her to back down. Until something darker stirs in the shadows of the asylum—something so evil, she’s not sure she and Corbin will survive the night.
Visions of the crime scene photos made an unwelcome reappearance in his mind’s eye. Young women—beautiful young women. Death hadn’t changed that. “In both cases, heart stopped. Sudden cardiac arrest. No known cause. No family history. No leads.”
She nodded, unimpressed. But then again, she subscribed to the boogieman camp. “So a ghost did it.”
He expected her to claim victory with that sentiment, but instead her words harbored bitter undertones. The shift threw him off balance. The whole damn place had that effect on him. The air felt as if it bred illness rather than oxygen—darkness gathering like rain clouds, too fat with their wares to find the sky.
He’d choke on the toxicity.
Is that what Cash had done?
Though the air boiled, inexplicable cold sluiced Corbin’s spine. He glanced toward a window. Dusty and broken, it had a morbid effect on the sunshine attempting to filter through from outside, where the world lazed deep orange. The thought of darkness on the other side made him shudder. When he turned to shut the front door, he realized the darkness on the inside was far worse.