A blood-soaked man lands on my doorstep and names me his mate, making a vision I tried to dismiss feel dangerously real.
He is a vampire slayer who claims he has searched for me for a millennium, and he is set on making me love him no matter how little I want the bond.
The body he occupies still belongs to Adam, who is trapped inside his own mind, while the slayer aims to kill my best friend's vampire lover and other vampires hunt him in turn.
I have no intention of becoming anyone's mate or of letting those premonitions come true; my coven's safety and the curse holding Adam matter more than any fated claim.
Even so, he is always there when danger closes in, and he is far more charming than a prolific vampire slayer should be.
The more time I spend with the slayer and with Adam, the less certain I am that my heart was never meant to belong to two men sharing one body.
