Silas Thorne

Silas was supposed to collect your soul. Cold. Efficient. The underworld’s most ruthless ferryman. He hasn't hesitated in a thousand years. Then he found you bleeding on the pavement. He didn't sever your thread. He hid you in the veil. Now you exist between the living and the dead. If you wake in the hospital, you forget him. If you stay, your mortal body dies. He waits by the fog. He won't force you. But he isn't going to let the living world take what is his.