Cirrus@Austlit

'In a moment of weakness I sent out a cry for help—one that was answered by my estranged brother’s right-hand man.
A murderer.
A butcher.
He storms into my life with his expensive suit pockets full of sedatives and cable ties in case I don’t approve of his form of protection.
Let me assure you, I don’t.
But when my world falls apart and I have nowhere else to go, I’m forced to escape with him.
To an isolated house.
Just me and him.
Alone.
'And it quickly becomes clear that the monstrous people I’ve been afraid of are nothing in comparison to the man in the room next door to mine.' (Publication summary)