Her Gilded Dreamweaver

Every insomniac at the clinic has met the same man. Tall. Gold-eyed. Patient. He offers one perfect night and never lets them come back. Mireille has never slept a full night in her life, and that's exactly why she's the only one who can follow him. Aurel is not a monster. He's a prisoner — held by a hundred years of other people's stolen rest, chained to the clinic's sleep debt. To free him, Mireille will have to surrender the one thing that's ever kept her safe: her own wakefulness. She has other plans. She's going to buy him a day instead. One ordinary Tuesday. Mortal, hungry, unremarkable, hers. The clinic won't survive it. Neither will the contract. Neither, at long last, will she.