Isla Vire

Paranormal Fantasy

Splinter Bride

Isla Vire

The House That Kept Its Teeth The first thing Seraphina Reed knew after the wedding was that the house was breathing. Not properly. Not like a living thing with lungs and mercy. It breathed the way old wood breathed in storms—swelling, complaining, remembering every hand that had ever struck it and every secret it had been asked to swallow. The sound moved through the walls in a long, damp groan, and for one sick second she thought she was still in the church, still standing under the white avalanche of flowers with the veil pinned too tightly to her scalp and every eye in County Clare waiting for her to say yes.