Keeping hold as to his promise, she waits. Several months have since passed and she grows anxious in need and in wanting. She longs all the more for his gentle caress, the touch of his hands upon her warm bare skin. Even though her heart grows dim for hopelessness sake, the love they shared grows within her ever more the deep. And yet still not alone she waits.
Between reality and fantasy, between fact and fiction, their is no distinct line, no solid divisor. In-between the tattered edges of both lurk the dark. The dark is its domain, and now it is free to roam the surface world once again. For one young man and his closest friends, the dark is upon them and time is running out.
Everyone is suspect after Sloan found his way home one dark and stormy night, for his grandfathers ninetieth birthday, only to find that he had been murdered by somebody in the manor. His death brings about a series of haunts, exposing deep dark family secrets, and leading Sloan into a love triangle between the woman he loves, and the woman that loves him.