Dolls Of Ruin (Bound by Stitches, #0)

Owning a thrift shop isn't glamorous, but it's mine—my tiny corner of quiet where nothing weird ever happens. Until the dolls arrived.

The moment I opened the first crate, my quiet little thrift shop turned into something… unexplainable.

Porcelain and cloth dolls, beautiful and eerie, each with a presence that seems to command the room. They're more than antiques—they feel alive. The more time I spend with them, the harder it is to shake the sense that they're not just watching me but waiting...