Heron Mill Tenebris by K. L. Taylor-Lane

Mother said I’m strange, I am.
I am strange.
I am violent.
I am wanted.
I am not Mother.
Heron Mill is our home.
A fortress where there’s solace in the shadows, obsession in the darkness and horror in the basement.
I found love here.
But now there’s a stranger in my house, another inside my head, and something… someone is stalking me through the shadows.
I am haunted.
I am hunted.
I am hurting.
I’m losing grip on everything I thought I knew, on myself, on our safety, on him. There are dangers looming that threaten to tear us apart, and I think, just maybe, one of them could be me.