I survived Nathan Newcomb’s death.
That does not mean I survived losing him.

After the cliff edge of grief, after the silence he left behind, I did the one thing I never believed I could do.

I went home.

I let the family he gave me pull me back from the dark. I started school. Found work. Learned how to breathe in a world where my mate was gone.

And then a dead man held open a coffee shop door.

Nathan was standing in front of me.

Alive.

Human.

Happy.

And he looked at me like I was a stranger.

He does not remember the Bond. He does not remember his family. He does not remember the darkness that once lived beneath his skin or the love that remade both of us.

So I do the only thing I can.

I let him stay free.

But secrets do not stay buried in the Newcomb bloodline. And Nathan’s return is not a miracle without a cost. It is the final piece of a prophecy our enemies have been bleeding us toward from the beginning.

The dead have not finished speaking.

The demons have not finished wearing familiar faces.

And the power waiting for Nathan does not only want him.

It needs me.

The closer we become, the more I begin to lose myself—my sight, my hearing, my body, piece by piece—until love becomes the one thing neither of us may survive together.

Because some bonds are not broken by death.

Some are broken by mercy.

FINITE: Whispers from the Deafening Silence is Book Four of The Sephlem Trials, a dark paranormal romance and supernatural family saga featuring a possessive fated bond, demon-touched bloodlines, lost memories, demonic possession, prophecy, sacrificial love, found family, and a series-ending choice where surviving may mean letting go forever.