Halstead House

The candles were to blame-twenty-five flames dancing wildly, their wax dripping and marring the perfect white frosting on a birthday cake that whispered, [Grace, you want more than this. . . .] So Grace had packed her bags and gone to a place where her past life could never hurt her again-or so it seemed. . .

But some things never change. Why did her mother have to follow her? Grace had not gone to Lavender Island to seek out Lucas. He hadn't even been on the list of reasons for her to run a...