The Bleeding House by Jeanette Clarke

She doesn’t remember the kills. She just remembers the blood.

Two weeks after Gabriel Mire abandoned her with nothing but a duffel of cash and a letter she couldn’t read through her tears, Bunny is falling apart.

She wakes in motel rooms she doesn’t recognize, her hands clean but her memory blank. She kills men who might know where Daddy went—and forgets their faces before their bodies cool. She hums the lullaby he used to condition her, not because it controls her anymore, but because it’s all she has left of him.
The other Bunnies visit her in dreams. Or maybe they’re real. Or maybe she made them up. She can’t tell anymore. Her memories contradict themselves. Her mind is a crime scene. And somewhere in the ruins of who she used to be, one truth remains:

She will find him. She will kill for him. She will die for him. She will never, ever stop.
Then Matt finds her collapsed behind his bar, blood drying on her hands, barely breathing. He doesn’t call the police. He doesn’t ask questions. He gives her soup, a blanket, a basement with a drain in the floor, and the closest thing to family she’s ever known.

But someone else is watching too. A shadow in the alley. A figure across the street. A man who leaves notes that say Be careful and disappears before she can catch him. His name is Nathan Cross. He knows things about Gabriel. He knows things about her. And he’s been following her since the beginning.

The Devote is the 60,000-word novella set between The Conditioning Room and The Hunting Grounds. It is the story of what happens when devotion becomes destruction, when love becomes obsession, and when a broken doll learns that the only way to survive is to become the weapon she was always meant to be.

She killed for him. She forgot. She killed again. She’s still forgetting. And somewhere out there, Daddy is waiting.