She survived by being invisible. He made her want to be seen.
Paris survived the end of the world with style: glitter eyeshadow, designer combat boots, and a katana.
Alone in her penthouse, she talks to kitchen appliances and hasn’t spoken to another living person in over a year. Her invisibility to the walking dead makes her the perfect lone survivor.
Until Knox crashes into her world, bleeding and suspicious and everything Paris isn’t: tactical, grounded, dangerous.
What starts as reluctant first aid becomes something neither expected in a world where trust is a luxury few can afford. But being invisible to the dead makes her visible to the living.
The wrong kind of living. When her past catches up, everything Paris and Knox have built crumbles under the weight of old sins.
