He was supposed to reap my soul. Instead, he marked my body... and the world started to crack.When I moved to Ravenwood, I thought the worst thing I'd have to survive was my own brain and the reaper-demon hybrid who won't stop showing up in my dreams with blood on his hands and my name on his tongue. It should have been simple: keep my witchy little bookshop open, ignore the skeletons in my past, and absolutely do not climb the tattooed reaper lying in the bed of thorns he built just for me.Then the first fissure opens.The air splits like torn flesh, leaking cold, hungry power into the mortal realm-power that tastes like grave dirt and starlight and makes Samuel drop to his knees like he's hearing a god calling his true name. The cults whisper that the underworld is waking. The reapers swear it's contained. The hills around Ravenwood start to pulse like a heartbeat counting down.They tell me it's just an energy spike. They don't tell me a god slipped through.Now every kiss feels like a promise I don't understand, every touch from my reaper burns with the same magic seeping out of those cracks, and the monsters hiding in the woods aren't looking at my soul anymore-they're looking at whatever lives inside me that makes the fissures widen when I scream.He was sent to keep me alive. If we're not careful, loving him might be the thing that kills the world.