She can sell fake charms and eat instant noodles—but when ghosts go missing and a city heist uses infant souls as weapons, Ivory Carpenter is the only inconvenient expert who can see the dead. He hires her with a check nobody writes anymore and a private villa with a basement that hums wrong—Graydon Price is rich, remote, and has something in his life-force that even Ivory can’t read. When Ivory rescues a string of ghost-babies and pockets two fortunes by the end of a week, she convinces the city’s finest and the underworld’s weirdest to start paying attention. This is about an exorcist who hustles for living, a billionaire whose past keeps colliding with the afterlife, and the crooked families who bury more than secrets. Every ritual is a bluff, every payment has strings, and the more Ivory peels away, the closer she gets to a ledger someone in Hell does not want opened. Street-smarts, sword-spark, and reluctant tenderness. Fast-paced, propulsive, and designed for midnight scrolling—who gets saved, who pays, and whose name is already written on the book of the dead?
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