My ancestor walked into the dark three hundred years ago.
I can finally hear her calling my name.

The Council of Bone has taken Thornveil. Six ships, a dozen magistrates, an enforcer with an iron-and-bone staff, and the father who disowned Dorian at their center with a motion to put me in chains. The Ossuary is sealed. The Blackwell Crypt is restricted. My movements are watched at every stairwell. And beneath all of it, the thing my grandmother bled thirty-seven years to contain is done waiting.

The cage is hours from collapse.

The only thing standing between Thornveil and the end of the Veil is four morally gray necromancers who chose me at the cost of everything else:

Beckett Crane—bone-magic heir, the steadiest thing in a world that is coming apart, the floor I stand on when nothing else will hold.
Corvin Blackthorn—his shadow was born inside the entity and re-rooted inside me, and the entity has decided it wants it back.
Dorian Ashworth—burned his name for me and now has to carry the fact that his family wrote the lie that started this.
Ezra Quinn—the haunted Death Sight heir whose bond is the last wall I need, and the only one who can take me close enough to hear her.

Her name is Morwenna. She is my blood. She walked into the entity three centuries ago to hold a door the Council refused to help her close, and she has been holding it every second since. The Council called it an execution. My grandmother called it a cost.

When the fourth bond seats, I finally reach her.

And when I do, she names the price of freeing her—the price that my grandmother carried to her grave rather than speak aloud—and it is a price I will not pay, and I will not let anyone else pay either.

Four bonds. One ancient binding. A cage built on the bones of Blackwell women. A Council that has been lying for three hundred years. And a bayou swamp in Louisiana where my grandmother buried something my ancestors hid long before she was born.

Hollow ground under my feet…

Hollow ground all the way down.

Hollow Ground is the third book in the Thornveil Academy series—a spicy dark paranormal why choose romance set in a Gothic necromancy academy on the cliffs of Maine and a Veil Thin voodoo bayou deep in the Louisiana swamp, with four possessive necromancer heirs, a morally gray bully romance dynamic burning at full heat, a fearless badass FMC, an ancestor trapped in the dark, and an ending that will wreck you. Reverse harem. Slow burn. Enemies to lovers. HEA by the end of the series. Ends on a brutal cliffhanger.

Perfect for readers who love:
• Dark academia under siege and a Gothic academy with the dead in the walls
• A strong FMC who will not put another woman in a cage to save herself
• Four possessive necromancers, each one with a different kind of devotion
• Morally gray heroes, soulbound fate, fated mate intensity
• Bully romance and enemies to lovers slow burn at full boil
• Louisiana bayou Gothic—cypress, Spanish moss, dark water, and an unmarked grave
• Forced proximity, hurt comfort, touch her and die
• Bone magic, shadow magic, spirit summoning, death sight
• A three-hundred-year cover-up and an ancestor finally reaching back
• Cliffhangers that hurt so good