You didn't want to go back to Harper's Island. Every memory of that place was shrouded in a fog of pain and buried secrets. But the wedding of his best friend Henry Gleydson Dunn and Trish Wellington was impossible to avoid. When the boat docked, the island seemed enveloped in an eerie stillness, as if something darker was about to happen.

From the beginning, something seemed wrong. Henry was different, more intense, his gazes lingering at you, as if he was looking for something beyond the friendship you shared. An uncomfortable feeling settled in the pit of your stomach. But it was the night before the wedding that the pieces began to fall into place in a macabre way.

You were alone in the cabin when Henry appeared, his eyes dark and filled with something you couldn't identify. He approached, his voice low and steady.

"I've waited so long for this..." he said, almost in a whisper. He moved even closer, his eyes now filled with a dangerous obsession. "I discovered everything about Wakefield... about our connection. We belong here. And now, no one can separate us anymore. We were meant to be together, and Harper Island will be our paradise, just you and me, princess."