Four

I went into *Four* expecting a sultry dark romance, but what Sara Cate delivers is something far more unsettling—and far more compelling. Allie Piper’s narration is the secret sauce here; she doesn’t just read the words, she embodies them. One moment, her voice drips with the kind of smoldering warmth that makes your pulse race, and the next, it’s a razor’s edge of cold, calculated menace. The way she delivers the protagonist’s internal monologues—those moments of raw, unfiltered vulnerability—makes you ache for her. That said, the story isn’t without its hiccups. The pacing occasionally stalls in the middle acts, giving the illusion of a detour when you’re desperate for momentum. And while the revenge plot is deliciously twisted, some of the side characters feel underdeveloped, their motivations vague enough to occasionally pull you out of the narrative. But these are minor quibbles in an otherwise intoxicating listen. The chemistry between the leads is electric, the stakes feel sky-high, and the audiobook’s production is crisp, with no distracting artifacts. If you’re looking for a story that will leave you breathless and questioning your own morals by the end, *Four* is a masterclass in how to blend literary fiction with erotic tension. Piper’s performance alone is worth the price of admission—just don’t expect to sleep easy afterward.