Leave Your Phone Downstairs. Nightlock Sins, #34

HER PHONE IS FRAMING HER FOR MURDER. THE MAN OFFERING TO SAVE HER HAS BEEN WATCHING HER FOR SIX MONTHS. At 2:14 a.m., assistant district attorney Maeva Collins watches her phone send detailed instructions for a murder she knows nothing about. By sunrise, her courthouse access is revoked, her career is collapsing, and every digital trail points back to her. Then a cream-colored envelope appears beneath her windshield wiper.
I know who is using your voice. Come to the house. Leave your phone downstairs. Everett Shawcross is a private fixer who solves problems the law cannot touch. His isolated stone mansion has no cell signal, no internet, and no way for Maeva's stolen identity to reach her. It also has rules, cameras, locked doors, and a room prepared with unnerving precision-her coffee, her books, her clothes, every private preference replicated before she ever arrived.
Everett insists he is protecting her. Maeva knows obsession when she sees it. But when the conspiracy against her begins closing in, the two of them are forced to rebuild a destroyed prosecution using paper, memory, and the dangerous intimacy of a house designed for silence. The deeper Maeva digs, the more disturbing the truth becomes: Everett did not discover her when the threat began. He was already watching.
Now the gate may be open, but leaving is no longer the only question. Because some cages are beautiful. Some locks are lies. And the most dangerous man Maeva has ever met may be the only one who truly sees her.