by JedaiSaboteur
Zoey vanished on New Year’s Eve. She left behind a journal filled with shifting sigils—and a black mark burned into Devin Striker’s hand that won’t come off. The women stalking him move wrong. Their smiles linger too long. When they bleed, something feels off. The night the masks slip, Striker learns the truth: whatever is hunting him isn’t human. And it doesn’t die the way it should. San Francisco has survived this before. In 2006, the city called it an earthquake. Buildings fell. People disappeared. The official story held. Now it’s happening again. Marked and unprepared, Striker can run, deny it, and hope he’s ignored— —or learn how to use the thing carved into his skin before something worse finds him. Because this time, he isn’t just watching. He’s involved.
