Behind the serene facade of Bellenmore House lay the quicksand of unspeakable evil... Young, beautiful, innocent- Elizabeth Bellenmore had no reason to suspect that someone in her grandmother's house wanted her dead. Yet a strong pair of hands had reached out of the shadows to push her down the curving stairwell- the very stairwell that had already claimed two lives. To whom did those hands belong- her grandmother, who thought honor was more important than life? her aunt, whose genteel manner masked a will of iron? her lovely cousin Armorel, whose jealousy was akin to insanity? her cousin James, whose affections she rejected? or Mark, whom she loved, who lived in the shadow of violence? Someone believed Elizabeth was a threat to the Bellenmore secret- someone who would go to any lengths to keep that secret. Who was arranging another "fatal accident?" Was it one of them, or some of them- or all...?