Overview

A badass soul collector. A haunted soul. An evil haunting them all. Zane: When I launched the knife to stop the warlock aiding the enemy’s escape, it took me a moment too long to realize the man I’d killed was my mate. When I met Wren again in Otherworld and he thanked me for killing him, I realized how deep his pain ran. I’d never been the kind of person someone went to for comfort, but could I be that for my mate without messing everything up? Wren: The day a warrior with beautiful gray-green eyes stuck a knife in my neck was the best day of my life. Until I realized my beautiful savior was my mate. Unable to speak without having a panic attack, Zane’s care and accommodation of my limitations left me in awe. Between texting and sharing notes, I found myself letting my guard down around them. But with my past haunting me at every turn, could I be the mate Zane deserved?