Conjure by Harleigh Beck

They’re dead.
I watched them die. That’s the only reason we’re here in the no-name town,
living in this creepy old house, whose shadows promise more than just darkness.
The only thing worse than the house are the woods behind it.
Where the whispers in the wind lead you to a deafening silence.
Something lurks here, nests here, thrives here. It feeds on us.
Our chaos, our anger, our desire.
The desire I shouldn’t have for my step-brother, Dominic, but can’t seem to ignore.
The dark depravity and painful pleasure we share together.
It’s here for me. Wants me, my secrets and my fear.
It will do anything and kill anyone to get to me. I need to stop it.
I need to protect the people I love.
I will stop at nothing to end the madness, even if it kills me.