It has been a mere month since Madeleine learned the dark secret of Julian and James-or, as she truly knows them now, Florian and Ambrose. Walking in from a memory of her past, Ambrose begs Madeleine one thing-not to say a word about who they truly are. As autumn settles into the small town of Rosiln Woods, there is a deep, pestering cold in the air; a cold that Madeleine cannot fully shake. As Florian attends classes, Madeleine finds herself growing ever closer to Ambrose, the quiet, formidable man with pine-green eyes and a penchant for subtle sarcasm. Always dressed suavely and carefully precise with his words, there is a certain authority within his stance that demands Madeleine's attention. His presence stirs something in her; something Madeleine herself cannot yet fully understand-curiosity, longing, lust? His quick wit and domineering presence are enough to draw her into his mysterious air and make her heart beat like hummingbird wings. As the two grow closer, the looming possibility of danger quietly settles in as well. Who is to be trusted? Who can be trusted? In some ways, Madeleine thinks this must be a fairy tale; but even she is unsure if there will be a happy ending.