She slept with an angelic look on her face, but Margaret Webster knew her precocious niece, Caitlin, was no angel. Especially when she was hell-bent on proving her stepfather was plotting a ghoulish murder.
But what Margaret thought was a harmless child's imagination soon turned into a deadly nightmare. A nightmare that had started with a fortuneteller's predictions about the child and a black-haired man.
Then Jake McCall arrived, and took Margaret's breath away. Suddenly, one prediction had come true. With his dark hair and equally dark identity, Jake was a living, chilling reminder that anything was possible. Even the fact that maybe Margaret's niece was right. Dead right.