Working at an amusement park on the coast of Maine is exactly what I need, an illusion of escape. But beneath the laughter and lights, secrets bleed through concrete, and the darkness doesn't just lurk below; it reaches up to drag me under.

I insist that finding the tunnels is merely innocent curiosity, though Preston Lachlan sees through it like it's a lie. His scowl is a warning, his eyes a cage, and he's hell-bent on proving my employment with his family's empire isn't a coincidence.