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He saved me. Then the Reaper of Prague claimed me.
 One kiss and I’m marked by a three thousand year old demon who tastes like sin and danger. I should be running for the hills, but instead, I burn under his touch. And my witch blood? It’s waking, wild and full of surprises.
This isn’t your typical love story. It’s more like a fuse waiting to explode: kidnappings, blood oaths, and a war lurking in the shadows. What we’ve set in motion could either transform this city or reduce it to ashes. He says I’m his. Maybe I want to be… even if it means the world goes up in flames.