Little Lamb

HE CAME HOME TO THE ONE PERSON WHO SENT HIM AWAY.

Wren Mercer learned the rule before she learned to read: no one comes – and anyone who chooses you wants something. The price is just hidden. So she keeps to the bottom of the mountain, runs her animal sanctuary, and asks nothing of a town that looks straight through her.
Then Lazarus Frost comes back.
Six years ago, she put him in a cell with her own testimony. Six years ago, he let her. Now he’s renting the house on the other side of her wall – the wall he taps three times every night, the only sound that has ever let him sleep. He swears he didn’t come back for revenge. He came back because hers is the only breathing he has ever been able to rest to.
But the Frost family buried more than one secret on Cradle Hill, and Lazarus isn’t the only one who came home for Wren. As the longest night of the year closes in, the truth she made herself forget – the night the old man died, the girl she carried out into the snow – is clawing its way back up the mountain.

Some debts can only be paid in hate. Some loves only survive as a haunting.
And every warm room has a price.