BOUND BY DECEPTION

BOUND BY DECEPTION

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Introduction

BOUND BY DECEPTION is a fast-paced adult fantasy romance combining fake dating, morally grey protagonists, and a ghost-whispering heroine who refuses to be anyone's asset.

Set in the richly imagined city of Ashenveil , where a supernatural governing body polices the boundary between the living and the dead , this is the story of Seraphine Calloway, a junior book editor who talks to ghosts and has spent her whole life making herself invisible, and Emrys Vayne, a four-hundred-year-old Faeborn Warden who has spent the same period making himself untouchable.

Their arrangement is tactical. Their chemistry is not.

Featuring an enemies-to-lovers slow burn built on genuine intellectual respect, a ghost intelligence network that delivers the story's most crucial plot twists, supernatural political intrigue across six increasingly high-stakes acts, and a villain whose idealism makes him more terrifying than cruelty ever could.

Perfect for readers who loved the moral complexity of Twisted Love, the atmospheric tension of Haunting Adeline and the slow-burn longing of The Love Hypothesis but wanted all three in a world where the dead have opinions and act on them. Dark. Addictive. Impossible to put down.

The dead are talking. She's finally ready to listen to all of it.

Chapter 1

The dead had been talking to Seraphine Calloway for exactly twenty-three years, four months, and eleven days.

She'd learned to stop answering them in public by age seven, after the incident at her grandmother's funeral where she'd cheerfully relayed Nana Bette's demand that Uncle Gerald stop stealing from the estate before the body was even cold. Gerald had turned a spectacular shade of puce. The family had never quite forgiven Seraphine for the scene , though notably, no one had disputed the allegation.

Now, at twenty-three, Seraphine answered the dead only in private, only in whispers, and only when absolutely necessary. She had developed, through years of careful practice, the art of appearing completely, boringly, magnificently ordinary. It was, she had to admit, an exhausting performance.

"You're doing it again," said the ghost of Marcus Webb, perched on the corner of her desk with all the self-satisfied ease of a man who no longer had to worry about rent, taxes, or the existential weight of a Monday morning.

Seraphine did not look up from the manuscript she was editing. She was a junior editor at Thornfield & Associates, a mid-sized publishing house in the heart of Ashenveil, and she had approximately forty-seven pages of a military thriller left to proofread before her nine o'clock meeting. "I'm working," she said, barely moving her lips, a skill she'd perfected to the point of art. "Go haunt someone else."

"There is no one else on this floor at six in the morning, darling."

That was unfortunately true. Seraphine had taken to arriving before the sun, before the crowds, before the chattering weight of living people and their living problems. The dead, at least, kept more interesting hours.

Marcus Webb had been dead for four months. He'd been the previous occupant of her office . He was not an editor, but an accountant, which explained the lingering scent of stress and number-crunching that seemed permanently embedded in the carpet. He'd died of a heart attack at his desk at fifty-seven, which he considered deeply unfair given that he'd run marathons every spring. He hadn't moved on yet because, as he explained with great indignation, he was waiting for the coroner's report to formally vindicate his claim that the stress of the Drakon-Voss merger had killed him, and he intended to haunt Gregory Voss personally once the evidence was on record.

Seraphine had tried, gently, to explain that haunting Gregory Voss would require relocating to the sixty-third floor, and that she couldn't actually deliver the haunting on Marcus's behalf. He'd found this deeply disappointing.

"There's a man in the lobby," Marcus said now, his tone shifting from conversational to something quieter. Something careful.

Seraphine's red pen stopped moving.

In four months of cohabiting with Marcus Webb's ghost, she had never heard him use that voice. The dead, she'd learned, spoke in emotional textures she felt more than heard ,,warmth when they were nostalgic, static when they were confused, a hollow resonance when they were afraid. What she felt from Marcus right now was something she didn't have a word for. Something ancient.

She looked up. The office around her was standard Thornfield issue , bookshelves crammed with galleys and manuscripts, a whiteboard covered in her editorial notes, three empty coffee cups she kept meaning to throw away, a window that faced east and caught the morning light in a way she'd privately admitted, to no one, was beautiful. The kind of ordinary beauty that made ordinary life bearable.

"What man?" she asked.

"The kind," Marcus said, very carefully, "that doesn't have a heartbeat."

Seraphine's pen rolled off the desk. She left it where it fell.

The lobby of Thornfield & Associates occupied the ground floor of a building that had been, in a previous century, a courthouse. The bones of that history showed in the vaulted ceilings, the marble floors, the tall windows that let in the grey morning light like something consecrated. The receptionist's desk was currently unmanned, because no reasonable human being arrived at Thornfield before eight , stood at the center like an altar and leaning against it, arms crossed, wearing a charcoal suit that probably cost more than Seraphine's monthly salary, was the most beautiful man she had ever seen.

She stopped on the staircase landing, three steps above the lobby floor, which gave her a useful vantage point and a marginally better chance of retreat if needed. He hadn't noticed her yet and this possibility arrived like cold water, he was choosing not to let her know he'd noticed her.

She studied him the way she'd learned to study everything: carefully, with the specific attention of someone who had been wrong about appearances before and paid dearly for it.

He was tall. Not remarkably so ,maybe six-two, six-three but there was something in the way he held himself that made the ceiling seem lower, the room seem smaller, the air pressure seem denser. Dark hair, cut short at the sides and slightly longer on top, with the kind of effortless styling that suggested either a very good barber or a complete indifference to mirrors. His jaw was sharp. His cheekbones were sharper. His skin was the deep, warm brown of someone who had spent significant time in sunlight, which was interesting, given what Marcus had said about heartbeats.

His eyes were closed. He was, she realized with a jolt, listening. Not to the room , the room was silent. To something else entirely.

"Seraphine Calloway," he said, without opening his eyes. His voice was low and unhurried, each word landing with the precision of something aimed. "Junior editor, Thornfield & Associates. Twenty-three years old. One older sister, estranged. Parents deceased. Apartment on Marrow Street, third floor, northeast-facing. You have a cat named Ptolemy who you talk to more honestly than you talk to any living person, and you've been lying about what you are since you were old enough to understand what lying meant."

He opened his eyes.

They were gold the way old coins are gold, the way things pulled from the earth are gold , dense and cool and slightly wrong in the context of a human face.

"I think," he said, "we should talk."

Seraphine's heart was doing something complicated in her chest. Every instinct she'd spent twenty-three years sharpening was screaming in five different directions. Run. Don't run , running would confirm what he already knew. Ask questions. Don't ask questions , questions would give him the shape of her fear.

She descended the remaining three stairs at exactly the pace of someone who was mildly inconvenienced, not terrified.

"Office hours are nine to five," she said. "Come back then."

One corner of his mouth moved. It wasn't quite a smile. It was the architectural suggestion of one. "I don't keep human hours."

"Then you'll find this building inhospitable. We run on human hours." She moved past him toward the break room, because coffee was suddenly non-negotiable. "Also, the fact that you know my address is a crime. I'll be alerting the appropriate authorities."

"The appropriate authorities," he said, turning to follow her without any apparent hurry, "are, in this context, me."

She stopped then turned.

He was closer than she'd expected. The lobby's acoustics did something peculiar with his footsteps or rather, she realized, there were no footsteps. He moved in absolute silence, which was its own form of wrongness, more unsettling than any visual cue.

"Emrys Vayne," he said, watching her face with the focused attention of someone cataloguing reactions. "Lord Warden of the Northern Veil. Keeper of the Boundary Accords and currently " He paused “the only thing standing between you and approximately forty members of the Conclave who are very interested in an unregistered Hollow Speaker living unsupervised in the middle of a major human city."

The break room. She needed the break room. She needed it very much.

"I don't know what that is," she said.

"You do."

"I'd like coffee."

"I don't."

"That wasn't an invitation." She turned and kept walking. "What do you want, Vayne?"

"A favor." He fell into step beside her, and there it was ,,the absence. No sound of breathing. No warmth from a body generating heat. Standing next to him was like standing next to a very elegant void. "Or more precisely, an arrangement. A temporary one, with clear terms and mutual benefit."

"I'm a book editor. My expertise in supernatural political arrangements is limited."

"Your expertise in deception," he said, "is exceptional."

She filled the coffee machine with more focus than it required. Her hands, she was proud to note, were completely steady. "Flattery."

"Observation." He stood in the break room doorway , she noticed he didn't cross the threshold without being invited, which told her something about what he was, though she filed the information away carefully. "The Conclave believes I am... involved. Romantically. With a Hollow Speaker they've been tracking for three years. They believe this relationship explains why I've been blocking their access to her."

The coffee began to brew. Seraphine turned around and leaned against the counter, arms crossed, studying him.

"Her," she said.

"You," he said.

The coffee machine gurgled cheerfully, indifferent to the weight of the moment.

"You want to fake date me," Seraphine said, slowly, "to protect me from a supernatural governing body that wants to what? Arrest me? Experiment on me? Execute me?"

"The Conclave's preferred term is 'regulation.' Their preferred method involves a facility in the Northern Reaches that I am told is very comfortable, if you enjoy solitary confinement and having your abilities systematically catalogued until you go mad." He paused. "So. Yes. Essentially."

Seraphine looked at him for a long moment. She thought about Marcus Webb, upstairs, with his careful voice. About the forty-seven pages of a military thriller waiting on her desk. About Ptolemy, who was probably knocking things off shelves at home right now, completely unaware that his person was standing in a break room being recruited into a supernatural conspiracy.

She thought about the dead, who had been speaking to her for twenty-three years and had never once warned her that anything like this was coming.

Rude, she thought.

"What," she said, "are the terms?"

Something shifted in Emrys Vayne's gold eyes. Not warmth , she didn't think warmth was in his register, not exactly but something that might have been the shape of relief, if relief had been stripped of all its softness and left only its bare structure.

"Sit down," he said. "This will take some time to explain."

"I prefer standing."

"You prefer," he said, "being close to the exit."

She said nothing, because he wasn't wrong.

"Very well." He stepped into the break room , waited, she noticed, for her slight incline of her head before crossing the threshold and leaned against the counter on the opposite side, mirroring her posture with the uncanny precision of someone who'd studied human body language extensively, probably from the outside. "The arrangement would last six months. Long enough for the Conclave's current investigative cycle to close. During that time, you would accompany me to three Conclave events, play the role of my consort, and allow me to manage the narrative around our supposed relationship."

"And in return?"

"Protection. Full Warden's shield ,no Conclave agent, registered or operative, can approach you within my sanctioned territory. Access to resources that would help you understand and control your ability nd" he paused again, and this pause had a different texture, as if the words required more careful placement "information about your parents."

The coffee machine finished with a soft chime.

Seraphine didn't move.

"My parents," she said, very carefully, "died in a car accident."

"Your parents," Emrys said, with the exquisite patience of someone delivering a verdict, "were Hollow Speaker and Veil Walker respectively, registered members of the Boundary Accord community, and they did not die in a car accident. They were taken by the Conclave eleven years ago during a Regulation Sweep, and they are currently being held in the facility I mentioned. Comfortable, by all accounts. If comfort means anything when you've lost eleven years."

The room went very still.

Seraphine had spent eleven years believing her parents were dead. She had grieved them, buried them in the specific way you bury people when there are no bodies slowly, in layers, with years of work. She had built a whole self around the architecture of that loss.

She looked at Emrys Vayne and searched his face for the lie.

His face told her nothing, which, she was beginning to understand, was its default setting.

"If you're lying to me," she said, each word separate and precise, "I will find a way to make your existence genuinely unpleasant."

"I imagine you would." He met her gaze without flinching. "I'm not lying."

Seraphine reached behind her. Picked up her coffee cup. Took a long, deliberate sip.

"Six months," she said.

"Six months."

"Three events."

"Three events."

"And you tell me everything. About the Conclave. About Hollow Speakers. About my parents. Everything.Within reason."

"No. Everything."

The pause this time was longer. She watched him process something behind those gold eyes, recalibrate, make a decision she couldn't read the shape of.

"Everything," he said.

Seraphine set down her coffee cup.

"Then we have a deal," she said. "Lord Warden."

She held out her hand.

He looked at it for exactly one second ,long enough for her to notice, not long enough for her to be sure she was meant to notice and then he took it.

His hand was cool. Not cold, not the death-cold she might have expected. Cool the way marble is cool, the way deep water is cool and the moment their palms met, she felt a vibration, low and resonant, like a note played on a string instrument in a room with perfect acoustics. Like something beginning. Like something, she thought, that was going to be very difficult to end.

Upstairs, Marcus Webb's ghost pressed his ear to the floor and listened with all the attention of a man who understood, finally, that he was going to have to stick around a while longer. This, he thought, was going to be interesting.

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