This one has to be for family and friends:

      Dedicated with love to Victoria Graham Davant,

       my sister and best friend, because I couldn’t imagine life without her.

      To Lisa Charge Alvarez,

       for being the stuff of which heroines are made.

      To Katie and Sam DeVuono, not only for being family,

       but also for being the nicest, warmest, most giving people in the world.

      To Mary Pozzessere Durso, Auntie May,

       for her unwavering support, and so I can make absolutely sure she gets a copy of this one.

      To Ginger Crosbie, for doing such a

       great job of getting us all together.

      And to Keith Pozzessere, for being so proud of the name,

       and for always making sure that he’s part of our family.

      Contents

      Prologue

      Chapter 1

      Chapter 2

      Chapter 3

      Chapter 4

      Chapter 5

      Chapter 6

      Chapter 7

      Chapter 8

      Chapter 9

      Chapter 10

      Chapter 11

      Chapter 12

      Chapter 13

      Chapter 14

      Chapter 15

      Chapter 16

      Chapter 17

      Chapter 18

      Chapter 19

      Chapter 20

      Epilogue

      Prologue

      Madison could hear the voices coming from the bedroom, and she was afraid.

      She was twelve, nearly thirteen, so it wasn’t a matter of being easily frightened, or even a matter of not knowing what went on in the world—she did. Her beautiful, volatile mother had married the equally volatile and temperamental artist Roger Montgomery, and ever since then, voices and sounds had often come from the master bedroom.

      But tonight…

      Something was different. It wasn’t just the usual passionate argument that was going on. They weren’t hurting accusations of infidelity at one another. There was a different voice in the room, a hushed voice….

      A menacing, sexless voice that sent shivers racing along Madison’s spine. The voice was evil. Madison knew it. She told herself that she was being fanciful—that it might even be her mother’s voice, since Lainie Adair was such a highly acclaimed actress, known for her uncanny ability with accents.

      But it wasn’t her mother. Madison was certain.

      She knew that her mother wasn’t playing games or acting out some sex fantasy. Someone, something…evil…was in the room.

      She wondered if Roger was there, as well. She didn’t know. She could hear her mother’s voice, rising, falling, a note of hysteria, of pleading, in it. Then she heard the whispered, sexless voice again. The different voice.

      The evil voice.

      The voice that made her skin crawl.

      Without thinking, she’d come out of her own room, and now she stood in the hallway, a trembling wraith in her oversize cotton T-shirt. She moved along the hall, anxious to reach her mother, but at the same time afraid. She’d never been afraid this way. She could watch the most gruesome horror movie without flinching; she was always willing to accept a reckless dare. She had defied the very real possibility of monsters in the closet or under her bed as a young child, telling herself that she simply wouldn’t be afraid. The darkness didn’t frighten her; she wouldn’t allow it to.

      But tonight…

      Oh, God, she was terrified. It was the voice. That voice, with its undercurrent of sibilant, menacing evil. The hallway seemed to be a million miles long, though it couldn’t have been more than forty feet from her doorway to her mother’s. The harder she tried to make herself move, the more weighed down she seemed to be. Fear constricted her throat, so she couldn’t cry out, and yet she knew that she shouldn’t cry out, that she couldn’t let the voice know she was coming.

      She had to move, to see the person connected to the voice.

      She wanted to run, but she couldn’t, because something terrible might happen if she did.

      Except that something terrible was already happening, and she absolutely had to be brave. She had to stop the evil.

      The evil was in the air around her, pressing down on her. It made the air thick and heavy, so that it was a struggle just to walk down the hallway. It seemed to make the door to her mother’s room swell and bulge against the doorframe, while the light within seemed to radiate out in strange shades of bloodred evil.

      She tried to be rational.

      Surely her mother and Roger were just fighting.

      She needed to be calm, rational. To pound on the door and remind her mother that she needed a few hours of uninterrupted sleep. Of course, if Lainie was fighting with Roger, it was quite possible that they would make up before Madison even reached the door, and then, if she went storming in, well…

      She wished she would interrupt Lainie and Roger at some wickedly sexual enterprise, but she knew she wouldn’t.

      She knew. God help her, she knew.

      She could feel what her mother was feeling, and Lainie was